Recovery. ( o2l. )

chapter 2.

I didn't see the boys for a few weeks after that. I thought they adopted someone else, but the day after they visited, everyone was still there. as the days went by, I found myself hoping that Connor would come back for me. he probably wouldn't though.. who wants a soon-to-be thirteen year old?

it was dinner time and I was sitting at my usual spot at the circular table. vera was to my right and cassidy to my left. we were talking about kittens and I was pushing around the food on my plate when I felt a tap on the shoulder. I looked up to see a happy Alice.

"c'mon, wendy. someone's here to see you," she murmured with a suppressed smile. I got up and pushed my chair in, following her quietly. I wasn't wearing shoes, only fuzzy socks. the orphanage was like a home and I didn't feel the need to wear shoes all the time. I followed Alice into her office and I saw Connor sitting in a chair.

"Connor?" I asked, my smile growing on my face. he nodded.

"hi wendy! what has Alice told you so far?" he asked. Alice smiled.

"I haven't told her a thing, Mr. franta. I thought you'd want to do that." Connor smiled graciously.

"so, wendy.. I talked with the guys, and I was wondering if you'd like me to adopt you?" Connor asked nervously, his foot tapping against the carpeted floor.

"you.. you want me?" I clarified. he nodded.

"of course!" I said, grinning. he smiled back.

"okay. wendy go pack up your things while I talk to Mr. Franta, okay?" I nodded and scurried through the door and up the stairs to my room. I folded my keyboard first, putting it in its case with the stand. I packed up my clothes and my toiletries until I came across my secret stash.

the stash contained a box of shaving razors, a box of laxatives, and a first aid kit. I quietly put it in my bag and when the room was empty of my things, I assessed the things I had to carry. there was the piano bag, a duffel bag for my clothes, and another duffel bag filled with my art supplies and toiletries. I slipped on my uggs and succeeded to carry everything down the stairs, where I found connor waiting for me. he took the black piano bag from me and I smiled graciously as we walked to the car.

Connor's POV.

after wendy left, Alice pulled out a file folder with the name smith, wendy rose written on it. she opened it and pulled out a few papers.

"wendy.. she hasn't had the greatest past. I'll let her tell you about that herself. I do have to warn you though, she is a very withdrawn child. she's introverted and she almost never eats," alice informs me sadly. I just look at her, dumbfounded.

"wendy has an eating disorder?" I ask quietly.

"yes. she's also been diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety. she'll be okay with you guys, though. she likes you, I can tell." Alice reassured me with a smile. I smiled and rose up from my chair, thanked Alice, and went to wait by the staircase for wendy.

she came down the stairs carrying three bags that looked quite heavy. I picked up the largest one and we walked out to my car. we put Wendy's bags in the back seat and she got in the front and we began our drive back to the house.