The first thing I feel when I wake up is sadness. Today's my last day. No, I shake my head. I shouldn't feel sad, I should feel happy. Happy that I'm getting away from Sebastian and I'm going to go home. Home. To where is home. Jared's place? Dylan's? I have no home to go to. My supposed parents sold me to get out of debt. What kind of family does that? Don't be so stupid, my conscious says. Look at Sebastian and his kids, not even getting through one meal. O yeah, I giggle.

Last night at around 7 Sebastian woke me up to eat dinner. Not a surprise, it seems as if I always go to sleep right before, I eat. What was a surprise was that Kyle and Riley were sitting opposite of each other at the dinner table. When I looked over at Sebastian he didn't have one ounce of surprise showing that everyone knew about it but me, leading me to have an attitude. I hate when people don't tell me things. When we, well I sat down Sebastian went to the kitchen and brought out several dishes in and placing them on the table. I was amazed at his ability of being able to perfectly balance the dishes on his arms. I then thought that he might of be a wait at a younger age only to shake away the thought not ever being able to imagine Sebastian as a waiter. Once the food was on our plates we had a awkwardly silent dinner until Sebastian cleared his throat and asked Riley and Kyle how their day was. Riley said it was okay while Kyle ignored him, shoveling food in his mouth rather grossly. I don't know what possessed me to but at that moment I opened my mouth. "Well your day must have been spent in a barn because, you eat like an otter pig." I slapped my hand over my mouth in shock and stared at Kyle with wide eyes. Sebastian was the first ot break the silence bursting out laughing the rich sound filling the room. Soon after Kyle, Riley and I joined in and after that it went back to awakard silence until the twins finished and left in rather hurry to the kitchen before running up to their rooms. After that Sebastian and I finished eating and then we went to the room with the large tv and a million movies where we watched The Crosby Show until I fell asleep.

Now here I am in only a big shirt and underwear laying in a bed that's way too comfortable, in a room that's for a princess. With a sigh I reluctantly get out of bed and into the bathroom where I do my daily ritual which consists of using the bathroom, showering, brushing my teeth, my hair and staring at myself in the mirror picking out my flaws. When I get out the bathroom and see Sebastian sitting on my bed, a dress lying next to him with a bottle of lotion in his hands I'm not surprised. I dry myself off then let him lather lotion on my small body before putting me in a baby pink underwear and a pink bra for my embarrassingly small breasts. Afterwards he outs me in a baby pink teacup dress that's end just below my knees and it doesn't take a genius to figure out the theme is baby pink. He gets up and go in my closet exiting as fast as he entered only this time holding a pair of light pink ballet flats. I don't move as he gets on one knee. All of a sudden I imagine him holding a ring instead of shoes asking the question I've been wanting someone to ask me for so long. "Will you marry m- Are you okay?" I shake my head and look down embarrassed and confused. Why would I imagine something as preposterous as Sebastian asking my hand in marriage. I want someone who cares and will forever love me to ask my hand. Which is not and will never be Sebastian or Dylan or Jared because they don't love me. They're just bored and want someone to play with. But that's okay because, soon I'm going to run away. "Rosaline." I snap out my thoughts when I hear a stern and slightly angry voice. Now looking down and not up is Sebastian who has slid the flats on my feet. How did I not notice? "Yes?" I look up. "Are you okay." I nod and walk over to the vanity where a brush, hair products and hand bands lay. I sit down in the chair in front of it and I'm about to grab the brush because, even though a few seconds passed my hair is already again, tangled. A large hand however, takes it before me and I look up at Sebastian. "I'll do it he grumbles," he grumbles and I cringe away. Does he know how to detangle hair? Without ripping out the while head of hair. As if reading my thoughts Sebastian scowls and smiles, then scowls again as if not knowing to laugh or be offended. His indecisiveness causes me to giggle. He then parts my hair into three pieces, two on each side while one part going down my back. "Such long hair," he mumbles. "Must be a burden." It is, I want to say. What I do as a response is shrug acting as if the hair doesn't really bother me. Yet it does. Every time I look at it, it reminds me of how many people have grabbed it and intentionally caused me pain. How it would make me look even more like a doll. How my parents made me practically slave to keep it so long and silky and red. It makes me sick. A sharp tug at my hair and the twinge of pain in my scalp causes me to snap out of my nasty thoughts. "Sneers don't suit your pretty face my Rose." I look up at Sebastian who has a...teasing look on his face. I smile and turn to the mirror where I really find the difference between non-brushed and brushed. On my left side which is brushed is layed down and curly and slightly fizzed. On my right side which is not obviously not brushed is way more curly but, also tangled and all up in knots and the frizzed. I can't even begin to tell you how frizzy is it. It's almost like a was electrocuted or something.

How could he untangle my hair without me even noticing. Sebastian must notice my shock because, he gives me a smug smile. "And you thought I was going to make you bald, eh." I burst into laughter at his horrible British accent. When I recover I sit back in the chair and let him brush my hair humming an old tune.

When Sebastian finished my hair I expected us to go to the dining room and have our breakfast but, instead I'm ushered to a black Mercedes. Another thing that surprises me is that instead of Sebastian sliding into the back seat with me he makes sure I'm in the middle seat and buckled before, sliding into the driver's seat. Whoa. I find myself wondering what kind of driver Sebastian is. Does he have a led foot or is he a male granny. Is he that person with annoying road rage or does he let people just cut him off without a word. The last things causes me to inwardly chuckles. Sebastian letting someone cut him off? Unbelievable. I'm tempted to ask where we're going but, I keep my mouth shut wanting it to be a surprise so for the rest of the ride I stay silent while watching the trees fly by.

When the car finally stops my eyes a half closed, sleep trying to take me but, not being fully successful. Sebastian looks back at me and laughs at the sight before, getting out of the car coming over to the back and opens my door. I don't bother to unbuckle by seat belt for he does it for me. With the seat belt gone Sebastian carefully picks me up and lifts me out the car careful not to bump my head on the hood of the car. He then puts me on his hip and I rest my hands on his lower back and hip while leaning my head on his shoulder. I close my eyes but, still keep my senses on high alert not knowing where I am. I hear a bell ring and cold air makes goose bump rise on my skin. I shiver. "I know it'll get warmer," a voice coos and a shuffle closer into him if possible. I feel us going up I'm guess climbing up steps since I didn't hear the sound of a door bell ring. Another door is opened and I feel the summer sun chasing away the chill that was slowly consuming me. I don't raise my head until a pair of large hands circle my waist. They're not Sebastian's. I look up to see I'm in the middle of Dylan and Jared who are now smiling doen at me. Where's Sebastian? I turn my head and see Sebastian sitting across from us. All by himself. Is he lonely? His face doesn't show loneliness but, when does his face ever show emotion? Well I do remember a time when his face showed lust. I blushed as I remember what happened the first time he dressed me. "Wow I'm jealous," whines Dylan. "Yeah," Jared joins. "Even though she was with me longer I feel as if she's more enthralled with Sebastian it seems." The Dylan leans closer and tugs my ear with his teeth, sending a thrill up my spine. "I wonder why that it." I blush a deep shade of red my face burning. "Sorry," I mumble and they all laugh. "Aren't you adorable." Dylan teases. I pout. "I don't want to be adorable, I want to be sexy," I blurt and as soon as the words leave my lips I slap my hand over my mouth, wanting to curl myself in a black hole and die. It's silent for a few moment before, the air is filled with laughter causing my eyes to widen in awe. Each of their laughs is like a song, each melody different but the same. Dylan's laugh is low pitched and loud while Jared's a kind of quiet and high pitched and Sebastian's is basically booming like when lightning strikes. It's deafening and scares you a first but, when you hear it a few times it turns soothing and all these sound together makes me want to sing.

Soon the laughter stops and all the men look down at me with a smile and a look that I can't yet identify but, I'm getting it more and more often. "O babygirl trust me, we prefer adorable over sexy any day," say Jared and for some reason what he says makes me beam. "Thanks," I mumble, twiddling my thumbs. "A,a,a, pumpkin your supposed to say something after thanks," reminds Dylan. I take a deep breath not wanting to say it. I have a hard time saying it in front of one of them, so what makes them think I can say it in front of all three of them. Still they all look at me expectantly and I find myself taking another deep breath before, I slowly let it go. Here, goes nothing. "Thanks-" I look up at Jared. "Daddy." Jared smiles widely before, slightly bending over and kissing me on the forehead making me blush red like a tomato. They again laugh and the door opens. Three men come out with three plates of food and four drinks. The men set the food in front of the men and set drinks out for the men too, I only getting a child cut filled with what looks like apple juice. I frown. Why didn't I get food? I look at the delicious platers two of them filled with pasta and seafood. My favorite. My stomach growls and my frown deepens. I look down and pat my stomach in acknowledgement. How dare they not give me food? I'm about to open my mouth to yell when a fork wrapped in pappardelle noodle with a piece a grilled chicken on the tip. I look up at Jared who then nods and slowly I open my mouth and carefully he slips it in my mouth causing me to moan at the tastiness. The noodles are covered in a kind of sweet alfredo sauce but, is balance out by the chicken which is grilled to perfection. I close my eyes as I enjoy the taste, and when I open them all men are looking at me with hooded eyes causing me to blush. After that Dylan gives me a piece of his Saulsberry steak with broccoli much to my dismay. I hate vegetables. Once Dylan's food is down my throat Sebastian gives me a fork load of seafood causing me to quickly put the food in my mouth causing my eyes to roll in the back of my head with a long groan. Two large hands grab each of my small thighs but I don't flinch. I know who those hands belong to. The one at a time they began to feed me and I find myself kind of enjoying it. In between bites of course I never forgot about my apple juice which was all gone by the time I was full.

I didn't eat much however in their standard because, they made me eat a bit more before, I turned my head away afraid I'll explode of I don't stop. They let out defeated sighs and quickly finishes their meals. I'm sleepy and want to close my eyes to sleep but, find myself not able to when their soft expressions turn serious. Uh-oh. They're done. They've had enough of me. The thought for some reason has tears wanting to come to my eyes. "Rosaline we have a proposal for you," says Sebastian and my sadness is gone replaced with curiosity. I tilt my head the slightest bit no longer sleepy. I nod for Sebastian to continue but, instead Dylan does. "We want you to live with us and be our babygirl." What? Why? What does that mean? Jared then speaks up. "We'll feed and clothe you and give you anything else money could buy." He then adds. "We'll shower you with love and kindness too." A few seconds pass before, I burst into tears. A chair scraped and I'm lifted before being put into someone's lap. "Why are you crying?" I shake my head and continue to cry. "Why," I cry. "Why would you want to do this? Is it because of sex? Do you feel bad for me because, my parents gave you up just to pay their debts? Why do you even keep me around?" I continue to sob not really knowing why. I guess it was the relief that they don't want to get rid of me. Or maybe it's the distrust that in the end they'll just dump me in the end. Maybe it's just because, for the first time in my life I have hope and am afraid it's going to be taken away. I hear dishes clatter and soon I'm lifted up before again set down and I know they set me on the table. I can feel the cloth on my calves. My small hands are taken away from hiding my face as the tears keep falling down my face. Then Sebastian grabs my faces and causes me to look him in the eyes. "No, we don't want you for sex, no we don't pity you for having shitty parent. We keep you around because, you make us happy." I pause. Happy. I make them happy. Earlier, I was thinking about running away because, I didn't want to be here but where would I have gone. To live on the streets where I would die of hunger or maybe get kidnapped or raped. No I wouldn't have ran away. If I did I would be leaving the men that made my heart flutter and who made me laugh and cry. Happy. I make them happy and they make me happy. I nod. "Ok," I whisper. "Yes, I'll live with you, all of you."