Adopted by my best friend.

Chapter 14: Hispanic Hobbit.

Erin's pov:

I thought about what the boy had said, I guess nobody can make hell feel like home.. I was currently lying on my new bed in my new room in a building I'd already come to hate, I've only left my room twice since I got here three days ago. I'd only texted andy, none of the other guys bothered to text or call since there messages on the plane. I'd not spoken to anyone else since the hobbit sized Mexican had come in to talk to me on that first day.. I skipped through my songs on my phone plugging my head phones into my phone and then slotting them into my ears, and in one action I had Craig Mabbitt blaring at an amazing volume and practically no thoughts in my messed up brain "we have to find find a better way!" the lyrics swirled through my brain.. why didn't I find a better way to stay with the guys? why didn't they find a better way to get me back? why haven't they got me back? I bet they never tried...

*** two weeks later***

Andy's pov:

"But jinxx!" I whined earning a glare "but nothing Andrew! I wants her back to! but there's nothing we can do right now! don't you think I've tried?!" I rolled my eyes "but she doesn't know you've tried! you all stopped texting her! jake you haven't called her since she GOT there!" Sometimes there just so insensitive, how do they know if she ok?! how do they know if she's being treated well, or if she's comfortable there.. how do they know if she wants to come back..

Erin's pov:

I sat down next to vic, sighing at the small glint of silver in his hand, I reached out to take it away and he gripped it tighter.. I prised his hand open taking it away from him and pocketing it making a mental note to throw it away later. "vic why? why this time?" I heard him sigh as he wiped his tear streaked face with his hoodie sleeve "Erin I don't want to talk about this, not now not ever.. I just want to sit here and cry and then pretend it never happened, can we just do that?" I sighed and nodded, hugging him as he began sobbing again, but louder this time... "victor you stupid Mexican what the fuck would you say that for, why would you do that.." I heard him whisper to himself, yes the small crying boy that I was hugging as if my life depended on it was none other than the Hispanic Hobbit that have me such a beautiful welcoming just weeks earlier.. these weeks had been hell..

Listening to cellar door escape the fate.

A/n: yes Lena you guess right the boy was vic!! Sorry for not updating sooner guys ❤️