I don't know how I ended up here. I didn't even know that my childhood home was this close to my new home. No, my old home. I sigh as I keep walking through the abandoned neighborhood. Ever since the neighborhood was built there has been had accidents and a few years after my birth parents ditched me there was a huge fire that took away half-the neighborhood. The house I grew up didn't take much damage. I want to say that I'm relieved and I am but, only a small part of me is. 80% of me wished my parents died in the fire. I sigh and walk up to the porch steps before, sitting on the top porch step. I was too much of a chicken to go inside. Too many memories. It would only add to the pain that I'm already feeling. How could they? They told me they would take care of me. Don't believe everything people tell you. I know. I should've never trusted them. That's not what I meant. What do you mean? I mean just because the maid knows exactly what they did to you doesn't mean she was right. Aren't you supposed to be the one to be negative and bring me down? No, I'm just your truthful voice that can come across as mean. "O my gosh," I groan. I'm going crazy. Maybe that's why they didn't want me. Or maybe it was because I was so gullible. A sob escapes and I grab my chest as my heart squeezes painfully. Why didn't they just let me know their true intentions themselves? Why couldn't they have just left me alone with my abusive, perfect seeking adoptive parents? Why does this hurt so much that if feels as if I'm dying. Because you fell in love. I freeze. I fell in love? Love.

It's when you feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone).

It's an intense feeling of deep affection.

Do I feel that way about them. Jared is sweet and a little bit...feminine way and I think of him sometimes as my best friend. He's nice, kind, fashionable and knows how to do hair. Sebastian is sometimes cold but at the same time warm. I don't know how to describe it. He can be fun to be around, he's that silent companion that even though you don't talk to each other you know exactly what each other is saying. He's generous and selfless, putting others before himself. Dylan is the stern but funny guy who makes me giggle, laugh and smile and knows how to make me have a good time. Just think about them makes my chest ache. Do I love them? Yes, yes I do. I love their smiles, I love their laughs. I like that when they touch me it makes me warm, I like how when they look at me butterflies flutter wildly in my stomach. I like how just having them by my side brightens my day. "I love Dylan, Jared and Sebastian," I whisper as more tears spill onto my cheeks. "I love you too pumpkin." My head snaps up to see Dylan smiling down at me. "Always have, always will." Lies. I scrunch my nose up at anger takes a hold of me and I'm just about run away from him when he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Put me down," I demand angrily, banging my fists again his back. He ignores me and keeps walking until we get to his car. I'm screaming wanting him to let me go, to leave me alone.

SMACK

I gasp as the sting of his slap leave me silent. He puts me in the car and buckles my seat belt before, slamming the car door close ad slipping into the driver's seat. He closes his door and starts the car before driving away from my childhood home. Snapping out my silent state I open my mouth to yell at him but he beat me to it. "Do you know how worried we were?" I stay silent. "We look all over for you and you were nowhere to be found. What if something happened to you?" I suck my teeth and look out the window. "You wouldn't can't care," I mumble. "You'll use me and throw me away just like you did the maid and I wouldn't be surprised if you did the same thing Brian and the twin's mother." By the time I'm finished I realize I'm yelling. I also realize that Dylan isn't denying any of what I said. My eyes burn with tears. O god I'm such a cry baby. I already knew this but him confirming it for some reason makes it...real. "Let me out," I whisper. "I no longer want to be with you and S-WHAT," I jump and snap my head up to see Dylan looking at me through the rear view mirror. "Do you really think we would spent so much time, effort and money just to use you?" I don't say anything but the silent 'yes' floats between us. "Goddamn it, we love you Rosaline." I jump at his voice filled with anger and...hurt. I look at his eyes to see them glistening with tears. Is what he's saying true? "I wouldn't have come all this way to pick you up if all I wanted was a quick fuck. I wouldn't have cared for you, wouldn't have fed you, wouldn't have put a roof over your head, if I didn't care about you. No if I didn't lo-."

BEEP

BEEP

Everything from there was as if it was in slow motion. Both of us turned our heads to see the truck heading right towards us. Dylan tried to swerve the car but, it was too late. The sound of the vehicles crashing together was deafening. Pain exploded in my side and I blacked out.