Little anxious princess (Prinxiety Adoption)

What Happened to your Knuckles Part 3

POV: Anxiety   

Did she just say that it is cold in here? Well I can't exactly say anything about it because that would be hypocritical since I am wearing my sweater all of the time to. I shoot Charlie a look to let her know that I don't buy the whole 'it's cold', and I think that she gets it because she sighs and takes off her gloves. I feel a bit more relieved until I see her knuckles. They looked swollen and scarred. I felt really bad about it, but I don't know what happened so I won't assume anything yet. I guess Morality noticed to because he looked like he had tears welling up in his eyes. He blinks away the tears and looks at me nervously. I just nod to let him know that I notice it as well. I was having a short argument inside my head as to whether or not to say something and decide to. "So Charlie what happened to your hands?" I ask and her head snaps over to look at me. "Oh um... well I used to get into a lot of fights at the orphanage and that's how this happened?" She said almost as if it was more of a question. I don't buy it. Not even for a second and I really care about her so I pull Princey out of the room. He looks a little caught off guard as I tug on his arm. I think that I am the one to surprise him until he starts rambling on about something. "Roman calm down okay babe. Talk to me. What were you saying?" I ask as calm as possible since I am internally flipping out about all of this as well. "Okay so when we were still at the orphanage I saw Charlie getting beat up by like three girls. Now she is saying that she fought a lot and it adds up, but i don't know. When she fought it was just a beat down and even if she did fight a lot her hands wouldn't look like that." "Did you just say you saw her get beat up! How did you even know that it was her to begin with. I mean.."  I just went on and on about random thoughts I had at the moment. I saw Roman thinking and then a look of worry took over him. "You okay Ro. We can just go back and forget about all of this alright?" "No, that's not it at all. I just remembered something. Right before Charlie was jumped by those girls she said something along the lines of 'weird emo freaks like me don't deserve this. Because people like me don't get their happily ever after, and they never will!', and I thought it was nothing, but maybe she was always told that. Maybe that is why the lady brought the ruler upstairs when we went to see Charlie." I felt so bad for Charlie. I cannot believe that someone could hurt her. I just hope that that was the only thing that happened to her. I don't know. I don't wanna say anything to her, but i think that it is for the best. "I think that you should talk to her Verge. You know, I think that you two might just relate more", Princey told me. I smiled and nodded heading back to the kitchen.       

POV: Charlie   

I wonder what they are talking about. It has been like half an hour. Stop worrying so much idiot. They are obviously already planning on taking you back to the orphanage. Please stop. Never. These voices of negativity and anxiety will never stop. While everyone else in the house was talking to someone or watching t.v. I just sat in the kitchen looking at my hands. I thought about how weird I must look to everyone. I mean I was just sitting there awkwardly. Then I heard a door open and saw Anxiety walk out. I don't know if it is just the vibe he gives off or the fact that everything is real overwhelming, but I feel the need to open up to this guy. Not about everything yet, but about something. He walks up to me and hugs me. Since I already know that he knows something I cry onto his shoulder. I can hear his voice but cannot exactly make out what he is saying to me. "I'm sorry... so, so, sorry." I whispered to him. When I looked up at him I just saw this really confused look on his face. I was baffled by this. We just stood there hugging for a few seconds until he pulled me into a room. "This is your room. I hope you like it." He said nervously. It really was an amazing room. It had a full size bed with a white, gold and black bedspread and black grey walls and a portrait of a tangled scene. The one where Rapunzel and Eugene are on the lake with the lanterns above them.  "I love it." I said. He smiled and signaled me to sit down. As I did I could tell that he was a little worried about something. Stop thinking that you are anything special. Hell I bet that he is just worried about how he is going to tell a piece of thrash like you that you are going back to the orphanage! "Hey... are you okay?" He asked a little concerned. "Umm. Yea I'm fine. I was just thinking about some stuff..." I said the last part quiet. "This is your room. I hope you like it." He said nervously. It really was an amazing room. It had a full size bed with a white, gold and black bedspread and black grey walls and a portrait of a tangled scene. The one where prepared myself to be sent back to that hellhole already. "It is okay if you want me to leave. I totally get it." I said and looked shocked that i could ever say something like that. "No No No. I don't want to take you back to the orphanage. I just wanted to ask you what really happened to your knuckles. I mean I know people who have fought a lot and I have never seen knuckles like that." He said. I looked down at my hands and began to worry. I do wanna tell him what happened though. I wanna tell him a lot about me. "Well I got in trouble a lot at the orphanage and one of the punishments was getting your knuckles hit with a ruler. I would get in trouble all of the time including the night before you adopted me and that is why they still look so bad." I said and he just looked at me. That was when everything caught up to me. I started to cry. I just hugged him and cried. When I was done I was saying random things like "What is wrong with me" and "What did I do to deserve this" Or my personal favorite "Why would you guys ever want to adopt me". I couldn't help it. I just wanted him to know how I felt even if it was only a small portion.