"Dad?"

~ K I N S L E Y ' S P O V~

He hung up. My heart was racing, almost like I was on a roller coaster about to pass over the first hill up. My only chance at being normal again and he hung up.

My own father thinks i'm a joke. He said he knew our exact location. But if he did, he would know it was true. That I was really sitting there waiting for someone who didn't even want me in the first place.

I was supposed to stay in the other room while the officer called my father, but I couldn't sleep and I knew I couldn't eat anything. So I went to the the office and listened to every word he said while I sat there, keeping the tears controlled.

"I'm so sorr-" "Call him back." I said, interrupting whatever pity she was delivering to me. I don't want or need your stupid pity.

"I don't th-" "Call. Him. Back." I said, demanding to talk to this man once more. She simply nodded her head, picking up the phone once more, dialing the number again. "Can you put it on speaker to please." I said, not breaking the eye contact going between the both of us.

She nodded again, pressing a button on the phone and set it down. We listened to the rings. 4 times. 4 times before he picked up to throw out an insult or two.

"What." he spoke sternly, almost like daring us to speak again, to waste his time. Officer Brown went to talk but I hushed her, "Dad?" I asked, a little more emotional than I had wished.

And then everything went quiet. You could no longer hear the blow of the ac in the small office, the sounds of muffled tears threatening to escape, and you no longer heard anything on the other end of the phone.

"Kinsley is that really you?" He spoke after a minute of silence. "Please come get me." I said, my voice breaking as the tears spill.

why so emotional now?

"Sir, do you believe me now?" Officer Brown spoke. "I need the address and all then paperwork emailed to me immediately. I'll be there soon." He said, ending the talk.

"You're going home kid."

Flashback-

"Home?" Brad said, scoffing. "This never was your home and it never will ever be your fucking home." he said, throwing things around. "Please, just stop throwing th-" and I was cut off with a slap.

"Talk back again you little bitch." he whispered. I shook my head, cowering behind the counters. "You listen to me and listen very, very carefully." He said, grabbing my chin forcefully to make me look at him.

The tears in my eyes were apparent as he spoke, violence was laced with every word being thrown out of his mouth. It was like a poison.

"You aren't good enough. You never will be good enough. That's why your stuck here. NOBODY WANTS YOU." he said laughing. My mother stood behind him, a smirk plastered on her face like she was proud of him for what he was doing.

And then it began. The both of them doing their daily beatings. I lay there, unable to do anything. I'm a coward.

I lay there and take every little thing that happens. Every punch, every kick, every smack, every word, every cut, every burn. It would happen for hours.

I was sent upstairs. After they were done hitting and kicking and doing everything I was sent up to my room. I was sent up to my room to either survive or be left to die alone. Some nights were worse than others. Some nights, like tonight, were the worst it had ever been. Consciousness was going in and out in waves, I was bloody and bruised around every inch of my body.

I sat on the sheet, taking out the journal that held everything. I find the old flower pin and began to write. If it made since or not, I couldn't tell you.

My vision remanded cloudy throughout the entire writing.

Home, I would write.

Home; the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.

Family; a group consisting of parents and children living together in a household. Family; a loving, caring, trusting thing.

But for me, home was just a place where one would serve as a time in jail. Home was where everything would occur. Home is where I'm the least happy.

But for me, family was just a phrase that meant nothing more than acquaintances.

Home and family are two nouns that mean nothing to the heartbroken girl like me.

"Kinsley!"

"KINSLEY." flashback over-

"KINSLEY!" Officer Brown yelled, catching my attention from the awful trance I was put in. "Are you alright?" she asks calmly.

I nodded, "why don't you just go hand out in the other room. It will be a few hours before they get here." She said, pitying me once more.

Fuck off with you and your pity. I got up, walking across the hall, shutting and locking the door behind me. I jumped on the twin sized bed, letting any and all emotions be let out.

Then it all went black. It was peaceful to say the least.

~ M A R C U S R U S S O P O V~

The call ended and I couldn't contain my happiness. A smile was plastered on my face. It wasn't like one of those fake smiles where it was obvious you weren't happy.

I was jumping around like a little girl who just got the best news of her life that her best friend was coming to stay the night.

I wasted no time calling Jones. "Jones, can you get the jet ready for Washington. Gonna go on a business trip for a day or two." I said, not caring to contain my happiness. "For sure boss. It'll be ready soon." He says, hanging up.

Then I called the boys in. I was debating whether or not to tell them but what hurt would it do if they didn't know?

"Da- Why are you smiling what happened?" Andrea asks, a concerned look sitting on his face. "No, i'm good i've never been better actually. I'll tell you about it once everyone gets here.

So we waited. We waited until all the boys were in the room. Most of them were talking amongst themselves to try to figure out what was happening.

"Alright. Listen up." I said, silencing my office. The attention was turned to me and my smile grew wider than before on my face. "Dad seriously, what is going on." Luca says, asking the unspoken question.

"Well i'm glad you asked!" I said, sitting in my seat, watching all of their confused looks turn concerned. "I just got a call from the Washington police station saying that Rosetta and Brad were killed in a car accident and they wanted to know if we would take Kinsley into custody." I said, looking at their expressions change yet again.

It went from concerned to confused to extremely happy. "Well did you say yes?" Rodrigo asked.

I held my silence for a moment, "Of course I did." I smirked, causing them to go absolutely insane.



Were coming for you Kins, please be patient with us.

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