I had to go home at one point. I did stand up and get myself home when I couldn't cry and longer. I walked slowly home, pulling my wet sweatshirt hoodie over my head. When I was in sight from the house more shouting came.

"Kyle are you kidding me! How can you just leave with a note!" I was surprised that it wasn't Alice shouting, but it was Minho. "You had us worried sick." Minho said, lowering his voice. He didn't say anything else, but he was breathing heavily. "Come on, ummm, we better go through the back." Minho said. We walked in the house. Macy was in the kitchen biting her nails. I didn't see Alice, Mike, or Michael anywhere.

Minho pulled me into my room. He threw me a towel and then sat next to me on my bed, which was already pretty wet since we were both wet at this point.

"Kyle, I want to help you. You helped me with Macy when she was in danger, you helped us all by getting us away from our father. Not just that, you and Alice decided to take us in as foster kids. You helped me Kyle, and you're like a little brother to me. I need you to talk to me though so I can help you." Minho told me. I shook my head, but didn't say a word. Minho stood up and took something out I hadn't used in a long time, my notebook and pencil. The one I used with Melody.

"Come on, write down what's wrong. You don't need to talk now, but we need to make sure your ok." Minho told me. I took the pen from Minho. My hand was shaking as I flipped the notebook open. I caught sight of conversations that Melody and I had so long ago. Ones that made us laugh, and others that made me want to stop writing and throw away the notebook. My hand was shaking even worse than when I opened a fresh new page. I pushed the notebook away towards Minho. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't, I didn't want to repeat the past, yet here I was, repeating it.

"Can you answer yes or no questions?" Minho asked me. I shook my head yes.

"Ok, does your leg hurt, or are you in any physical pain?" He asked me. I took a few seconds of a pause before shaking my head no.

"What about emotional pain?" He asked. I shook my head without any wait.

"So you're more or less ok?" He asked me. I shook my head no.

"Why?" He begged. I reached to the paper and pen, my hands starting to shake again. Minho handed me them. I wrote down the words carefully.

I want to see her.

I wrote down slowly.

"We'll go tomorrow Alice said." Minho told me. I shook my head.

Today.

I told him. Minho looked at me quickly and back at the paper.

"Alice went to bed, let me put the other three in bed." Minho said. He took a deep breath. "Get in the car." He told me.

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Author's Note

Now my characters are breaking the law. I'm such a bad author.

What kind of things do I put my characters through?

I hope ya all know why Minho became overprotective now over Kyle.

What do you think is happening with Melody?

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