Starting Over(Adopted By Jc Caylen)

Chapter 7{Edited}

Peyton:
"How could you do that to me?" I asked. "I'm so sweet to you both and you play this horrible prank on me." I spat as they walked inside the house. It was still pretty messy from the party.

"We... uh..." Jc struggled.

"Just as I thought." I chuckled once more. My eyes went back to light blue as I stared at Jc. "Don't piss me off anymore."

"Peyt.. I said I'm sorry."

"Whatever."

"Peyton..."

"Ok, ok geez. You are forgiven."

"Sorry about you know... Your bed." I laughed and smiled. A real smile. A smile that hasn't been on my face since my parents died. I blinked a few times and went upstairs.

"Goodnight everyone." I laid my bed and slowly fell asleep...

but I wasn't asleep... At least I think. I could see myself lying in the bed, but I'm walking. "What the heck..." I walked to Jc's room to knock on the door. But when I touched it my hand went through. He was on the phone. "Jc? What's wrong?" He couldn't hear me. He looked up. But it wasn't Jc. "Daddy?"
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I shot up, drenched in sweat. 3:47 am. "Daddy..." I croaked. I tiptoed to Jc's room like I did in the dream. I opened the door and he was on his phone. "Dad." He looked at me, I had scared him, and he motioned for me to sit. "Can I sleep here? With you?"

"Of course baby girl." I snuggled up with him and fell asleep.
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"Hey Peytrain get up."

"Peytrain?"

"Ya..." I laughed.

"You're weird." Jc started laughing. "So um... can we go to the cemetery by the orphanage later today?" He looked confused. Today was the day my parents died in a house fire. Worst day of my life. All my other relatives were back in France, where my family is originally from. I was born in America, but I had a heavy French accent from ages 6-13, but now it's a very light accent and you can barely tell. My parents also lost their accents, but you could tell they were from France.

"Sure."

"Ok thanks!" I replied. I started getting ready. I first took a shower(obviously).I put on a 'Hipsta please' sweatshirt, denim skinny jeans, and black uggs. I left my hair down because I'm lazy. I waltzed down the stairs and Riley, the best person ever, was on the couch. "Riley!" I screamed. I hugged her so tight she had to punch me so I would let go.

"I know what today is, so I wanted to come."

"Thanks doll." I said. I hadn't notice Lia there until she spoke up.

"Who is this Peyton?"

"Did you not here me shout 'Riley' like five seconds ago?" She glared at looked back at the tv. "Dad I'm ready to go."

"Ok have fun with Riley." He said blankly.

"I thought you were coming too?"

"I don't really want to go anymore." Ouch. That hurt. What Riley did was expected. But she told them why we were going. Ugh.

"That's so mean!" She yelled. "If seeing the parents you lost in a fire, seven years ago today, is stupid, then forget you!" I grabbed her hand and we walked out.

"Thank you Riley."

"Welcome." We walked to the cemetery and sat in front of my parents graves.

"Hey mom, hey dad. I miss you guys. Oh! Dad, I had a dream about you the other night." I smiled. "I have a new family now. Their great." I let Riley talk.

"Hey Mr. and Mrs.Hill. You guys were always like a second family. I was beyond sad when you left. But Peyton and I stuck through it together." I smiled. At the same time we said,

"Nous aimons et tu nous manques tellement les gars . A bientôt , et encore, nous vous aimons ." (Good job if you know what this means... Sorry if it's a little off..) "Bye." We walked back to my house in silence. Not a single car was there. I checked my phone. No calls or texts.

"Mr. Caylen?" Riley was one of those polite girls. She rarely called adults she barely knew by their first name.

"Dad?" I called. No body was here. I frowned. "They want me to starve!" Riley gave me that 'stop being so dramatic' look. I giggled.

It's been four hours. No one is home yet. Riley is still here and Mel is on her way. The doorbell went off. Riley opened it and Mel came in. "Hey ladies, what's up?"

"Riley and I came back four hours ago and no one was here...No one is here besides us at the moment."

"Ok. Well, I get today off, so I will stay with you." We watched a bunch of movies and are junk food. At around 10:30, the door swung open. There stood a drunk O2L. Even the under aged members.

"Melinda get out." Jc slurred. She took off quick. She knew how drunk people got if you didn't listen. "Hey girls." He slurred.

"Hi..." I got up but he grabbed my arm.

"Where are yoooou going?"

"Up stairs. Come on Ri." He shoved me into the ground. But then walked away. My ankle hurt very badly. So Riley drove me to the hospital. I had a pretty bad sprained ankle. They put a navy blue cast on my foot and gave me crutches. "Thanks." It took a while, but I got used to the crutches before we got back to my house. Riley went back to hers.
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I woke up my foot still killing me. I grabbed my crutches and headed downstairs. Jc was in the kitchen. "Peyt, who did that to you?!" He exclaimed pointing at my foot.

"You did."
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Hello! This book is honestly my fave to write. I'm going to stop putting authors notes in every chapter because it's kind of annoying writing them. Just sayin'.
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Shay