I stand up and Olive stays still. I promised I'd keep her safe. And what do I do? I don't keep her safe.

"Emma. . ." Olive's voice is quiet and rough; she extends her hand and I kneel.

"Yeah?" I say, getting water out of my backpack.

"He's not coming back is he?" she says.

I look at her and ask. "Who?"

"Emma. . .he's dead."

I bite my lip at the mentioning of my name. "No. He's right here Olive. I'm right here."

Yes, I'm a boy and my names Emma Elijah BlackThorn.

I hate my name so you can make fun of it as much as you want.

Anyway, back to the important stuff like Olive. I take the cap off the water and give her some. "Here, drink up."

She drinks some but the rest drips down the sides of her face.

I wipe her face with the bottom of my jacket.

Kyle groans and sits up.

"Finally up?"

Kyle nods. "Yeah."

"Good," I say.

Kyle stands up and comes over. "Olive! Is she okay?!"

"I think so," I say.

Olive opens her eyes slightly and sits up. "Where's Eddy?"

I point to Freddy. "Over there."

"Okay, is he okay?" Livy asks.

I nod.

Livy stands up and goes to Fred. She picks him up like he's a princess and carries him on our way somewhere.

:?:

A lady in a cloak with a boy in a cloak appears in my sight. We continue walking and the lady stops us.

"Do you need some help?" she asks.

Kyle looks up at Livy and the two of them nod. "Yes."

The lady smiles. "Follow me."

We follow her and we end up in front of a small building.

"I'm Lisa, and this is my little brother, Leas," the lady says, opening the door.

I look in the house and grimace as I see. . .twenty kids in the house.

Olive carries Fred into the house and a baby about five to six months old.

Kyle pats the baby's head a little too hard and it starts to cry.

A young girl walks over and picks the baby up. "Leave her alone!"

I almost stop myself from smacking her, but it was too late. "Shut up!"

She grabs my wrist and breaks it.

I scream in pain and tears stream down my face as I clutch my now broken wrist in my hand.

Olive turns around and rushes over to me. "Are you okay?!"

Freddy wakes up rubbing his eyes, walking over to us. "What happened?"

"Emma was hurt," Olive says, rubbing my wrist gently.

The baby starts to cry harder.

"Lily stop crying, you don't have to worry, I took care of those brats," the girl says.