Ally just left and I decided to watch TV for a bit. I was watching Jessie when Ross came in and sat beside me on the couch. He stretched out and ended up laying with his head hanging off of the couch. “hey can I ask you something?” he asked me before sitting back on the couch properly. “well even if I say no you'll ask me anyway so yeah” I replied. “how would you feel about getting a younger sibling?” he asked. “I would love it, I've always wanted a younger brother or sister!” I said excitedly. “cool, because I was just thinking about how it might be cool to adopt another kid.” he said cautiously. “OMG that's awesome! When will you be adopting another kid?” I asked. “I dunno, maybe tomorrow or the next day if you want.” Ross told me. “yay, when you say younger do you mean like a baby?” I wondered. “no, like 4 to 8 years old or something.” he explained.”oh, and my parents are coming round for dinner today” he told me. “cool”

When his parents arrived Ross cooked lasagne for dinner. I sat next to Ross at the table and his parents asked me a few questions about school and stuff. We didn't really talk after that until we'd all finished eating. I don't think anyone knew what to say until Mark decided to ask me how I ended up in the children’s home. I haven't thought about that in years but when I remembered all pain came flooding back to me. 

“I don't really want to talk about it.” I said quietly before getting up and leaving the room. I layed on my bed and thought about everything that's happened to me. 

A bit of time later Ross came up and sat next to me. “are you alright?” he asked me. “yeah, it's just that I've tried to not remember what happened and how I ended up there but it was just all of the memories came rushing back to me and I just couldn't handle talking about it.” I explained. “i understand. Just remember if you ever want to talk about it you can always come to me.” he said. “Ross, I think I'm ready to tell you what happened.”

“When I was about 6 my dad passed away. After that my mum got really mean and eventually she just ignored me. It's like she didn't take in the fact that I was there. I had to cook my own food and walk to school on my own and everything. Then she got a new boyfriend. It was OK for a while after that but then he started abusing me. Then he convinced my mum to start as well. They  told me that I’m fat and ugly and worthless. They told me so many times I started to believe them. They told me that if I told anyone about it they would  kill me. I didn't tell anyone but someone obviously found out somehow because one morning the police came to arrest my mums boyfriend. They didn't arrest  my mum for some reason. She kept on abusing me really badly after that until I started cutting. I really believed I was worthless and my life didn't matter to anyone so it was a way to take some of the pain away from my heart and into my body. She found out eventually and that's when she took me to the children's home.” I told him the whole story and by that time I had tears in my eyes. 

Ross pulled me into a hug and told me it was alright. It was all over now and that would never happen again. I told him I was going to got to bed so he left.

I woke up and I was in a dark room. I tried to move but my arms were chained to the wall. I called for Ross but my voice came out scared and shaky. A few seconds later the door opened and a dark figure came into view. When they got closer I realised it was Ross but he looked different. His eyes were glowing red and his hair was really messed up like he had been running his fingers through it. 

“your mum was right, your worthless and no one will ever love you. She always said she was going to kill you but she never got a chance to. So now I’m here to finish the job.” he moved his hand closer to me to reveal a gleaming knife. He started cutting random lines on my face and I saw blood dripping onto the floor. I screamed and dropped to the floor.

I opened my eyes and realised that I was still just in my bedroom. Ross rushed into the room but his hair was messed up like it was in the dream. I quickly moved away from him until I was against the wall. I started crying because he kept getting closer and I was worried he was going to hurt me. 

“Rosie what's wrong? Don't be scared it was just a dream.” he said. “D-Don't hurt me.” I stuttered. “Rosie I would never hurt you. Calm down it was just a dream.” he repeated. That's when I realised it was only just a dream. Ross would never hurt me in real life just like he said. I calmed down and stopped being scared. He sat down on my bed and asked me what I dreamt about. “I woke up in a dark room and I was chained to the wall. I started calling you but when you came you had red eyes and really messed up hair. You said my mum didn't get a chance to kill me so you were going to finish the job. Then you had a knife and you started cutting my face. I saw blood dripping on the ground and I screamed before waking up.” I gabbled quickly.  

~the next morning~ 

When I woke up in the morning I had a shower, got dressed and went downstairs. I found Ross in the kitchen with Riker. “hey guys” I said walking into the kitchen. “Morning Rosie” he handed me a plate of pancakes. “I'm going to the children's home today to adopt another child but Riker's gonna stay here.” he told me. “that's awesome!” I said. He kissed my forehead before leaving.

~1 hour later~

Ross walked in later holding a little girls hand. “Rosie, I want you to meet your new little sister, this is Star, she's 7.” he announced. “Star Lynch. I like that name.” I said. I looked at the little girl. She had long blonde hair and looked really cute. (pic in media) I'm so glad she's my sister.