A Reason to Live (Jensen Ackles)

Chapter 6

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One Week Later 

After that, Lori had come to the hotel room, and since the convention was now over, she took me home. 

The police wouldn't let me into the house. They had told me that the entire house was ransacked and mostly everything had been stolen or broken. They told me that someone would go through everything and would pack everything that wasn't broken. They would put it in storage for me, including pay for the bill, and I could go through it and keep everything that I wanted. They told me they would ask all of my friends and family if they would take me in until then I'd stay with a friend. 

After about three days, the police had come back to my friend's house and told me that no one had wanted me. Everyone had refused to take me, all for different reasons. 

So, now I was living as an orphan at the orphanage in town. I was one of thirteen kids living there. It was a very small orphanage. 

I had stopped eating unless I was absolutely starving. I was getting skinnier by the day. I never talked to anyone. Ever since the day I moved in, I had started wearing long-sleeves no matter how hot it was. I stayed in my room all day, I never came out, except to use the bathroom. I was all alone. No one wanted me. No one cared about me. I was not needed. 

Some days were harder than others. These days the loneliness and grief hit me like a train. On these days, I would take the small pocket knife that my brother owned out of the bed side table and run the blade across my wrist. Sometimes three, sometimes more. It would only hurt for a few seconds before the relief would come. It made everything better. 

It was one of those days today. 

The funeral had been yesterday. 

I was forced to meet and talk to all of the people who had refused to take me in, who didn't want me. The image of my family strewn across the house, blood all over the area around them, dead, nonmoving, just wouldn't have my mind. I had never actually seen them, but my imagination was all that was needed. 

The funeral was a closed casket. I watched as they lowered their graves into the ground and covered them with dirt. 

My cries would not stop. 

I had grabbed the knife and had run it across my wrist twice when I heard footsteps coming towards my door. I quickly covered up my wrists and hid the blade. I hid underneath the covers feigning sleep. 

The door opened and our care taker, Ms. Perkins, came in. I knew it was her because she always wore heels. She walked over to the bed and shook me, I pretended to wake up. 

"Bella, someone's here to see you." 

I nodded and she walked out. 

After staring at the open door for a minute, I walked into the bathroom, taking a shirt with me. I cleaned the cuts on wrists and once they stopped bleeding, I changed into the new shirt and walked downstairs. 

Once I walked into the living room, I saw Jensen Ackles sitting on the couch. I cleared my throat, letting him know that I was there. He turned to me and looked at me, surprise filling his face. He stood up and gave me a hug. I returned it, wrapping my arms around him. I missed him so much. He was there for me when it all happened. Tears surfaced in my eyes at the memory. I pulled back and he saw the tears in my eyes. 

"Come on. Let's go for a walk." 

I nodded and we started walking towards the door. Once we were outside and the door closed behind us, I made a brave move and grabbed his hand. He looked down at our hands, surprised, but he squeezed letting me know that it was okay. This brought a smile, albeit a small one, to come to my face for the first time since it had happened. 

We walked on the sidewalk silently and when he stopped walking I noticed we were at the park. We walked on a path in the park until we came to a bench. He led me over to it and I sat down knowing that's what he wanted me to do. He squatted in front of me and took both of my hands into his. I had no idea what was happening. 

Why was he here? 

What was he doing?

We looked each other in the eyes and he took a deep breath before speaking. 

"Listen, Bella. I have thought about this for a while now and I talked to my wife about it. I'd like to adopt you, Bella. Would that be okay with you?" 

At first, I just kinda stared at him. 

He wants to.... adopt me? 

But, why? 

Tears filled my eyes, why I'm not really sure. 

Happiness? 

Disbelief? 

I tightened my grip on his hands. 

"R-really??" 

He nodded, completely serious. 

"Yes. I want to adopt you." 

"But, why?" 

He looked down at the ground before looking back up to me. He thought about it. I could see the wheels turning in his head, trying to figure out what to say. 

"Bella, when I met you at that panel, you seemed like such a sweet girl. You looked so happy and seeing you broken like that, like this. It broke me. It made my heart hurt. I don't want to see you like this. I don't want you to live alone in an orphanage until you're eighteen and then sent off by yourself with nobody to rely on, to ask for help, to be there for you. I want to be your father, Bella. If you'll let me?" 

The tears I was trying to hold in finally broke free and started to run down my face. I took my hands out of his grip and I watched his face fall before I threw myself into his arms. He lost his balance and we both fell. It took him a second to wrap his arms around me. I cried into his chest, practically screaming, and nodded furiously. I knew that I was crying out of joy now. 

After I had calmed down, I pulled back to see that he had a few tears of his own.

To Be Continued...

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