I slowly tried to stop crying. Mike rubbed my ankle while Tony rubbed my back. We sat there like that for a minuet in silence.
“So you’re sure you’re three?” Jaime broke the silence shyly. I sniffed and nodded. One by one the guys were becoming okay with what I had said. It didn’t faze Tony, it took Mike a second, but he was okay with it, Jaime had accepted the fact, and Vic was still dumbfounded.
“So, you think Vic will let us keep her?” Jaime asked softly as to not lose another moment. Anything sudden could send me crying again.
“He doesn’t have much of a choice. We agreed, he signed the papers, “Mike said. “and I won’t let him put her back in that hell hole. Her life just got better, and I refuse to let it get worse.” I moved my foot and put it under his leg. He grabbed my ankle which loosened the tears on the corners of my eyes. Tony stroked my head, acknowledging the tears. I flipped over to look at Jaime, who was looking longingly for a way to comfort me. I reached over and pushed down the beanie he was wearing. That made him smile. He reached over and wiped the tears off my cheeks, then gave me a reassuring smile as he turned around.

Vic’s P.O.V.

I sat there listening to the guys. I pretended to be tapped out, and in a way I was. I was listening to them but I kept thinking, Three. She’s actually three. Like one, two, three, stop. That’s it? Then I heard Jaime ask something. It must have been something about keeping her because Mike said something about a hell hole. Then I thought, can I stand to keep her now that I know her secret? We were going to take her on tour, but now I don’t know if she’ll be okay. Long days, loud music, crappy food, small beds. I didn’t want to put her through it unless I knew she could handle it. Plus the adoption center wasn’t that bad.
“Objections on going back.” I finally said.

Lily’s P.O.V.

Oh my fucking God. I sat bolt upright in my seat and gave Vic a death stare.
“What?” he asked objectively.
“Let me make you a list.” I said, all traces that I’d been crying, gone. “One. That place is a hell hole. Two. You made a promise when you signed those papers. Not to them, but to me. Sure, people return kids on a regular basis, but most are abusive. We’re not something you can buy then find out that you don’t like it and return us. Three. How do I put this nicely? If I go back I’ll be greeted by not just the kids, but Mrs. Stanley. You guys saw what happened with the shoe. “ They nodded. “Now that’s how I’m woken up. They constantly call me a freak and push me to commit suicide at least once a day. The food sucks, the beds suck, everything there just sucks.” Vic didn’t look convinced. I breathed out slowly. You can do this. They would have found out eventually. I told myself this as I zipped off my hoodie and lifted the corners of my shirt off.

Notes

What's under the shirt? Is this what she was hiding from the guys at the adoption center? Well yes. Have fun. New chapter up soon
~That Noob