"Come here." I say holding my arms out.
She crawls over to me and put her arms around my shoulders.
I wrap my arms around her waist and hug her tightly.
"Shh, it's ok." I say rubbing her back.
I feel my shirt start to get wet with tears.
I hold her tighter.
"Tom." I hear her whisper.
"Yeah?" I say looking down and her.
"I'm sorry." She says weakly.
"Hey you didn't do anything, love." I say.
Harrison comes and sit next to us.
"What happened Poppy?" Harrison asks.
"Can we not talk about it right now?" Poppy says softly.
Harrison nods.
"I'll go get ready." Poppy says getting off my lap.
She grabs some clothes and makeup out of her bag. She disappeared into the bathroom.
"How long are we gunna put that off?" Harrison asks.
"I don't know." I say softly.
"Let's make her food!" Jacob says.
"Yeah! Wait, she doesn't have anything." I say.
"We can buy her something." Harrison says.
"Guys, can you start making a list of what I need?" Poppy says opening the bathroom door.
She has on overall shorts and a white t shirt. Her hair is in a messy pony.
"Towels, sheets, pillows, soap, dishes, glasses, napkins.." Jacob is listing off things Poppy needs.
"First Aid stuff!" She says.
"Yeah that too." Jacob says.
"No I need it now." Poppy says.
"What?" I say walking into the bathroom.
A small broken mirror is shattered on the floor. Poppy's hand is covered in blood.
"Oh shit." I say.
The sliding door slams open.
I see a glimpse of Harrison running.
Poppy is getting really pale.
"Tom." Poppy whispers.
She starts to fall. I quickly grab her and carry her to the kitchen counter.
"I got the first aid kit." Harrison says.
"Wrap a towel around it." Jacob instructs.
"We gotta go to the hospital." I say.
"Take Poppy's truck." I say lifting Poppy.
Harrison grabs the keys off the table.
"Jacob grab her house keys and lock the doors." Harrison says opening the front door for me.
We pile into the truck, me on the passenger side, Poppy on my lap, Harrison driving and Jacob in the back.
"Drive!" Jacob shouts.
After Poppy got 8 stitches in her hand we could leave. Her left hand is all wrapped up now.
"Thank you guys." Poppy says.
"Anything for you." Jacob says.
"Hey who drove my truck?" Poppy asks.
"Harrison!" Jacob says pointing.
"It was quicker than getting my car." He says.
"You can drive, I don't know where to go anyways." Poppy says.
"We could just go shopping from here." Jacob says.
"I don't have shoes on." Poppy says giggling.
"I'll buy you some cheap flip flops from the dollar store. What size are you?" I ask.
"No, guys just go back so I can finish my make up and get money and shoes." Poppy says hopping in her truck.
She slides to the middle in the front.
We go back to her house and clean up.
"I'm ready!" Poppy says.
She put on a pair of bright yellow high top chucks.
"Oooo nice shoes." Jacob says.
"Thanks." She says striking a pose.
She giggles.
"Harrison and I got the bathroom and the kitchen cleaned up." I say.
"Oh thank you so much." Poppy says smiling.
"So I'm driving?" Harrison asks.
Poppy nods.
"Where to first?" Harrison asks as we get in the truck.
"Bed Bath and Beyond?" I suggest.
"Yeah I can get most of what I need there." Poppy says.
"And Target is close by." Jacob says.
"Music!" Poppy says turning the radio on.
"So why did you come to California?" Jacob asks Poppy.
"Honestly?" Poppy questions.
We all nod.
"I was kicked out." She says.
Why would someone as sweet as Poppy get kicked out?
"Why?" Harrison asks.
"My foster parents didn't want me." She says softly.
"I'm so sorry Poppy." Jacob says.
I move my hand so it's on hers. She looks up at me and gives me a soft smile.
"Wait how old are you?" Harrison asks.
"Almost 19." Poppy says.
Poppy squeezes my hand. I rub my thumb on the back of her hand slowly.
"YAY were here!" Jacob screams.
We all get out of the truck.
Poppy lets go of my hand.
Poppy and Jacob start to head into the store.
"Wait, what if fans spot us?" Harrison whispers.
"Maybe we should tell her." I say.
Harrison nods.
"Are you guys coming?" Poppy turns around.
"Yeah!" I say.
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Hurting For You
FanfictionI am unwanted. From the start my parents did not want me. I was not planned. My mother was sixteen, and my father was nineteen . Maybe that explains why they left me on the roadside when i was two. Maybe foster parents will actually love me. Who am...
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