I drove home with the music still blasting. I didn't want to hear the questions this boy had. I pulled into the driveway and parked the car, still not saying a word or even glancing in his direction.
I walked inside and Blake and Miranda were waiting for me in the living room. Miranda had tears rolling down her cheeks and Blake looked at me seriously. I'd never seen him like this.
"Sit down, Madison."
"Hello." The Boy said as he walked in. "I'm Logan and I brought Madison home for you." He said as he walked over to Blake with his hand extended, ready to shake hands. I guess he couldn't feel the awkwardness or tension in the room.
"Go wait in the kitchen. We need to talk to our daughter." Blake said harshly.
"I'm NOT your daughter!" I yelled.
Logan looked at me and then at Blake. He slowly backed away and walked into the kitchen, leaving the room with an even more awkward feeling.
"You're our daughter now and we think it would be better if we moved."
I didn't say anything.
"We're doing this to help you get better. Start packing today. We're move back to Georgia." Blake said.
I walked away and into my room. I heard the Boy start talking to Blake and Miranda. I didn't care anymore. I started folding all my clothes.
Austin walked into my room and gave me a hug. "I love you." He mumbled into my shoulder.
I hesitated, but gave him a hug back.
"Are you okay?" He asked me.
I gave him a smile, something I haven't done in a year. "I'm fine."
"Are you leaving again?" He asked me with teary sad eyes.
I kissed his cheek. "Never again."
He smiled, but still didn't believe me. "Where were you last night?"
"My friend invited me over." I told him what I always tell him.
"Why do you lie to me?" He asked, sad.
"I don't lie to you, bud."
"You don't have any friends." He said to state the obvious.
"I had to... Get away for a while."
He walked out of my room and came back a few seconds later with a book in his hands. "Will you read to me?"
I smiled and took the book from him. I sat down on my bed and pulled him on my lap. He handed me a Percy Jackson book. I turned to the page that was book marked and began reading to him. He loved when I read to him because I tried to change my voice for each character.
After a couple of pages, the Boy walked into my room. I stopped reading, and Austin complained.
"You're not moving."
I stared at him.
"I'm going to help you become a better person."
I still only stared at him.
"You're moving schools, though. You're coming to school with me for the rest of semester starting Monday. Your parents are talking to the school now."