The Fischbach Family (REOPEN!!!)

I found her at our doorstep. She was lying there, sleeping, shivering in the cold. Her duffel bag was used as a pillow. A small, yellow, cotton blanket was draped over her, but only covered so much of her body. The sun was just beginning to rise. "Dad!", I called into the house. My father, Mark, came running over to me, very tired. "What is it Ashley?", he asked. My other father, Jack, stumbled over, rubbing his eyes. "What's going on?", he mumbled. I pointed to the girl, our dear friend. Belle.

This is discontinued because it's really hurting Mark and Jack and their friendship. Please read last chapter for more information.