Adopted by WHO?! (A Team Crafted Fanfic)

Chapter Two: Mitch's Backstory and P.O.V.

A/N: Okay guys, if you're actually reading this, then be prepared for a sad backstory. Benja Belle out! Happy Reading! 

Emily Roberts was my best friend in elementary school before I met Jerome. I was two years older than her, but the school system insisted that I be in the same grade as her. I'm not exactly sure why, but they made sure that I was in her class every year from the beginning of first grade. I thought it was just because of coincidence, but now I look back and know that it was not, and here's why: 

 One Friday, in 4th grade, Emmy came to school with bruises and scratches on her arms and face. She told everyone she had been playing with her kitten at home and that she was a major klutz, but I knew better. We met up at the swings, as usual, and I asked her what was really wrong. She told me that her parents had hit her last night when she had talked back under her breath. I couldn't believe it! All throughout the day, she was depressed and upset because no one except me knew the real story. 

 Two weeks later, she was called to the office. No one thought much of it, but after an hour, I knew at least I was getting worried. She hadn't come back yet. At an hour and a half, I asked if I could go up to the office to see her. Of course, they granted me access, so I went to the front and asked for Emmy, and they led me to the back where Emmy was sitting, crying her eyes out. I asked what was wrong and she told me that her parents were taking her to an orphanage. I was astounded that they were doing this. They were taking Emmy to a freaking orphanage. Why would any sensible parent DO that?! Then I realized, Emmy's parents had beaten her two weeks prior to this. They weren't sensible. They were, in fact, mental. That's why the schools made sure I was with her. Because I was the one who could keep her calm. See, Emmy, like myself, has anger management issues. While I'm worse than her, she can be provoked more easily than I can. I tried, without success to persuade my parents to take Emmy instead of making her go to an orphanage, but it was no use. I already had three sisters at home and my parents didn't need another mouth to feed. So, unfortunately, Emmy was taken to the orphanage during school hours, and I asked to come home early. My parents agreed, and we said our final goodbyes. She hugged me and I went home before she was picked up for the orphanage. I wouldn't eat lunch, dinner, or breakfast the next morning. I was THAT depressed. By this time, I'd met Jerome and Emmy had as well. We all got along fine, although I made sure I set aside time to hang with Emmy alone. But now I wouldn't need to. She was gone. So was I, in a way. I could only think about Emmy. That Sunday, I went out for a walk. I actually ran into Jerome by the park. He could see that I'd been crying and asked where Emmy was. Tears formed and I told him everything. That was the moment that Jerome silently vowed to be there for me whenever I needed him.

Now, seven years later, I'm living in a mansion with six other guys with over four million subscribers on YouTube and where has Emmy been? In a freaking orphanage probably going through pure hell!!!

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I took a deep breath as I kneeled down next to her. "Emmy, are you awake? I-It's me, Mitch." I whispered. Her emerald green eys flew open. 

"M-Mitch? Is that really you?" she whispered, astonished.

I nodded. "How are you doing?" I asked. "I heard you caught a cold out in the rain. You okay?" Emmy nodded, then turned and coughed a squeaky cough into her arm. "Sorry," she apologized.

"It's okay," I told her. I leaned in and whispered to her, "I'm going to convince them to let you stay here  until you're well again. You can't go back while you're ill. They'll do nothing to help you except tell you to lay down and rest, won't they?"

She nodded, then looked at me. "Yeah, how do you know..."

"It's not important," I told her. "Just get some rest, okay?" I stood up. 

"Okay, and Mitch?"

"Yeah?"

She blushed a bit. "It's good to see you."

"You, too, Emmy," I said, grinning. She closed her eyes once more and I walked back into the kitchen with everyone eyeing me suspiciously. "What? Can't a guy say hello to an old friend wihtout getting weird looks?"

"You KNOW  her?" Adam asked, bewildered.

"Yeah, is there a problem with that?"

"No, of course not! I'm just... really surprised that you know her," Adam said quickly, as if he thought he'd offended me. 

"Uh, I'm just gonna go upstairs, I'm really tired," I said sleepily. "Just a bit of jet lag. Night, guys." I received various and confused "Good nights" from the guys as I turned on my heel and headed upstairs for some well-deserved rest.