One in a Million

Chapter 9

A week has gone by. The boys have been keeping a close eye on me, never leaving me home alone, you get the gist. I was still sleeping in Thomas's room, with Thomas, but he gave me the bed and he blew up an air mattress.

It sucked. I couldn't even be in a freaking room by myself. That was an exaggeration, but still, it sucked!! They hid all the damn knives, scissors, anything I could use to hurt myself. Which sucked even more considering I was just itching for a new cut.



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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!" All of the boys screamed at me, waking me up.

"What the?" I said. "Thanks guys, but next time, can't you just wait until I actually wake up?"

I am 18. Thank the freaking Lord, I am finally out if this rat-shit foster home crap.

"When do you want to get moving?" Thomas asked. I was moving in with the boys, taking the living room in as my room.

"Give me 20 minutes."


I had a bout 7 boxes total. One for my hats (yes I do have that many hats), three for my clothes, one for sentimental values, and two for all the stuffed animals I had made. I guess all of the boys have finally figured out that I'm not so much a girly girl after all.

I started pulling out my hats and putting them in a pile next to the couch, my 3 snapbacks piled on top of each other (my black Spider-Man one on top), my slouchy beanies in another, and my normal beanies in the last pile.

I kept all my clothes in the boxes until we could actually make this into a room, six people living in a 3 bedroom house isn't as easy as it seems.

Anthony had come over to inspect my hat collection. "Where'd you get these? I want one."

"Got $20?" I said to him.

"Yeah, why?"

"I made them. Now what color and what style do you want?"

"Holy shit. You made these?! All of these?!" Anthony was pretty much yelling in shock. The boys came over to see the excitement. "She freaking made these!" He said, his mouth opened in shock.

I pushed two boxes toward him, "Made all these too."

They opened them. Shock filled their faces, it was actually quite humorous.

"HOLY CRAP!" Joey yelled.

"It's not that big of a deal guys, I've been doing it since I was seven."

"That's what she said," Eric said, pointing his fingers at me like a gun.

We all congratulated Eric on that 'smooth move'.


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Thomas had taken me to dinner. It was going well, until he brought up the one thing I never like talking about.

"So how are you doing?" He asked.

"Fine," I replied.

"Okay.. Now can you tell me the truth?"

How the hell could he see right through my lies? Every damn one. And I have a mask glued on so well that even a crowbar wouldn't get it off.

Until he said that.

"You don't want the truth."

"Yes I do, Drew. I care about you, can't you see that? I want to make you happy again."

"Fine. I'm dying inside. I hate it. You guys won't let me cut up the damn potatoes because you're all afraid I'm gonna cut myself. I get it. You care. But that's not the reason I have just been itching to do it. Don't ever do it. It grips you tight, and never let's you go. So far, it's been almost impossible. And when you guys came, and I poured everything out, I hated myself. I hated myself even more because I can't even tell my damn parents anything because my mom doesn't give a shit, and my dad is in freaking jail!" I had to take a deep breath. I can't think about him. He men't nothing to me. He means nothing to me. Nothing.

"It's just so hard. I can't take it at some times. And since I've broke, I just don't feel the need to fix myself. Because I'm done this time," I finished.

Thomas was speechless. I would be too, but that's how all my birthdays go. They are all shit.

"Here's your check," the waitress said. Thomas handed her his credit card. He got his card back, signed the receipt, and we left.

"Thomas, I'm really sorry for that outburst in the restaurant. I didn't want to put you through that, I'm sorry," I said.

He turned off the engine.

He looked at me with those deep chocolate eyes, the first thing I ever noticed about him.

He leaned over to me and kissed me. I cupped my hands around his cheeks as I responded with the kiss. He had pulled me closer by wrapping his hand around my neck, putting his fingers in my hair. The kiss became more heated.

And then these idiots decided to ruin it.

"GET A ROOM!" Anthony yelled through the rolled down window. We jumped apart.

I flipped them off.

"Thanks for ruining the moment guys!!" Thomas yelled.

I chuckled. I really do love these guys.


They really do care.



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That's a wrap guys!!

I hope you like it :)

Just letting anyone who reads this know that again, the only false part of this chapter is the fact that I do not cut.

Talk to ya next time! ✌