Life With The Freeman Boys

Chapter Two

A/n:
Happy 4th everyone! Hope you enjoy my story! It's already 1:30am and I'm still writing! Geez... I'm sooo gonna regret this.😂 Watching fireworks and writing while hanging with family, is biiiig work.
I burned my hand doing fireworks like an idiot. 💀 Don't be like me you guys! Alrighty! Imma head to bed after this chapter...
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I stayed in the hospital for another day before they let me go. Mrs. Freeman, the lady I was staying with for another few years until I was 21, took me back to her hotel room. It's was in the most expensive, five-star hotel. Fleetwood Hotel. $800 a day for a room. We could never save that much money. Mom had 7 kids. Seven kids, 4 bedroom/2 bathroom 2 story house. That's was more than enough. And my dad was almost never home since he had to drive around for work.

"We're sleeping here?" I ask, wowed.

"Yes. For another few days I until we get your families ashes. Then we'll head back to your house, pack everything, and we'll head to my house," she explained.

"Oh... Do you have kids?" I ask.

She smiled."Yes. I have some boys."

"Explain 'some'," I say slowly.

Her smile got bigger every second."Some as in 6. To many, I say, but Ridger says he wanted more after the first two. So we had 3 more and adopted one. They all turned out to be boys. I was disappointed that I didn't have any girls. But after a few more years, I was kinda glad. If I had one, she'd have to deal with their clothes and sex life and other stuff. I can barely stand that, and I'm the mother!" she sighed, throwing her hands up.

"And now you'll have a daughter. So I'll have to deal with all that?" I ask. "How did they all get better about their messes?"

Mrs. Freeman laughed. "Their slowly getting better with their messes. The oldest three, their definitely the cleanest. The younger three, still dirty."

I nod, thinking this through. 6 boys, dirty, sex, clean, boys. Would I see girls walking out of their rooms every other night? Would there be clothes be in all the bathrooms? I mean, I'm used to that because of my siblings. Wait. Their dead.

"Honey? Are you okay?" Mrs. Freeman asks me. I wiped my eyes, realizing I was crying.

"Y-Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking," I said, looking away.

"If you ever need to talk, I'm here for you. No matter what the topic is, I'm here," Mrs. Freeman told me sternly, putting an arm around my shoulder.

I turn my head to look at her and give a small smile. "I know, Mrs. Freeman. I know."

"Call me May. Mrs. Freeman makes me sound old," she said, laughing

I laugh and nod. "Alright."

We went to the elevator and stepped in. May pressed the number 7 and we climbed higher in the building. Eventually, it binged, signaling that we arrive to our floor. The doors opened and the hallway arrived. It was amazingly gorgeous. The floor, a beautiful peach color with black and white specs around the tiles. The walls had a cream color with different types of little flowers all over.

"Wow... It's beautiful. I wish my room looked like this," I muttered. I'm sure May heard me because she quickly got her phone and typed something and then out it away.

"Honey, what's your favorite color?" May asked while we walked to room 672.

I looked at her surprised. "My favorite color? It'll probably be like a cream color like the tiles or any shade of blue. Actually, my room at home is like that. The floor is a tile cream and my bed and dresser and stuff is all different shades of blue."

May smiles. "Well, I hope you like your new room when we leave in a week. Do you want to go hang out with your friend tomorrow? Millie? I have chores to complete and things to sign. Plus, she could help you pack all the things you'll need for the next few years."

I take a small place towards her and just nod.

I didn't need people's pity every time they saw the girl whose family died because they didn't get out of the damn car when she did. I was a big girl. 16 years old and I get treated like a child every time her parents friends come over for holidays.

We find our room, swipe the keycard in the lock and walk in. It wasn't just a room, it was an entire suite. 2 rooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, doing room. It was practically an apartment. Wow.

Maya looks at me with a small smile. A pity smile.

"You like?" she asks.

"Definitely like!" I run to my bedroom and jump on my bed. Soo comfy!

"Good. Anyways, I'm heading to bed, so go ahead and either watch TV or sleep. Goodnight, love."