I wasn't by Ben's Grave anymore; no, I was back in front of the house, sirens still blaring around me. Through the thousands of teardrops that tumbled down my face, was Ben's face. 

He placed a hand on my shoulder, not saying a word (he probably wasn't ready yet, I must have imagined him calling my name earlier), then pulled me into the best hug ever. I felt so safe wrapped in his arms like nothing would dare touch me for fear of having to face Ben's powerful, unexpected wrath. We sat there on the road, embracing for the longest time. My eyes were squeezed shut for fear of opening them and Ben disappearing again. I wouldn't let Thomas take him away from me. 

A few Paramedics came over to Ben and gently took hold of his arms and lifted him off the ground. He was suddenly surrounded by all his family, his mother hugging him like he was a small baby in her maternal arms. 

I turned back to the house, still slumped on the floor; my legs weren't ready yet for the burden on walking, heck I definitely wasn't mentally stable to stand up. But my eyes widened at the sight in front of me. The gunshot was...

Thomas.

Someone had killed Thomas. 

His body was lying lifeless on the porch of the house. Blood soaked his shirt, right where his heart was. His glass eyes look straight at me, not moving. For some reason, his eyes told me that he was guilty and sorrowful for what he did. But he was a monster. He hurt someone I loved, and he deserved what he got. 

A uniformed officer knelt down beside him, took his hand in theirs and they seemed to say a prayer. I couldn't hear what they said but the gesture was welcomed. Sure he got what was coming for him, but he should be able to redeem himself after he was gone. They turned his head so that he was facing the sky, so that he was looking at the skies above, looking at the twinkling stars before closing his eyes for the last time.

It only dawned on me then. I was completely alone. The only family I ever had were my parents and my brother. And they were all gone. 

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Josh's POV

After Ben had been hugged by all his family it was my turn to hug him. I didn't want to let go, and quite frankly I am not ashamed to say that I cried. I cried harder than I had even when he was gone, and now he was back and I have never felt better. I didn't want to let him go, but he had to go the hospital to get checked over because man he looked bad. He was limping again and had cuts and bruises all over him, and he will definitely have some sort of PTSD after this. I can't even imagine what happened to him. 

Before he was lead away, I grabbed him by the hand. He flinched slightly so I loosened my grip but I didn't let him go completely. 

"I waited for you, all day every day, in the armchair waiting for you to come home," I told him still crying. 

He simply nodded at me. I don't think he was ready to talk. It was understandable and I would let him tell me in his own time, but for now, he was remaining silent. 

He was surrounded again, before being helped into the back of an ambulance. The doors closed and took my best friend away.No. They took my brother away. Suddenly realizing that no one else knew he was going to be okay, I quickly texted the rest of the toursies about the news and to meet me at the hospital. Whether he was ready for not, the rest of us would wait and protect him at all cost. 

I looked up from my phone when I heard some sniffles. I looked up and saw Grace in front of me attempting to hold back her tears, but her puffy eyes and red cheeks had told me otherwise. I took her into my arms, then it dawned on me that she was all alone. 

At least that was she thought. But she had me, she had Ben, and the rest of the toursies. Her new crazy family. Sure Thomas had hurt us all, Ben most of all, but we would become her new family and protect her at all costs. She would not be held accountable for her brother's actions. 

"I'm not mourning him, I refuse to," Grace said angrily breaking the silence. 

"You have every right not too," I told her before hugging her again. 

Our moment was broken when a Police officer walked over to us, with a woman dressed in a pantsuit and a stern look that protruded down her nose from her odd shaped glasses just behind him. 

I pushed Grace behind me because something told me that something was worng. 

"Grace?" the Police officer asked, nicely. 

"What can we do for you Sir?" I inquired masking the lump of fear in my throat. 

The woman seemed to cut to the chase. "We're here to take Grace away," she said, earning a gasp from Grace but before I could interrupt she grabbed Grace and pushed her into a police car before slamming in the door setting the car into motion. Grace screamed my name, her hands pushing on the door trying to get out - but nothing seemed to work and soon enough she was out of sight. 

"Where are you taking her!" I demanded, being held back by the Police officer. 

"Well she has no family, so she'll go into the care system, they're taking her to a care home in Boston. She'll have to leave tour until legal guardianship for her has been sorted out," the pantsuit lady said. 

"I'll adopt her!"

"You'll have to get cleared first"

"What do I have to do?" I questioned, now calm enough that I was released from the grasp of the Police officer. 

She pulled out some paperwork from her briefcase and pushed into my chest, "go home, fill these in then come to my office tomorrow and we'll talk more" she said tiredly, she'd obviously done this a thousand times before. 

So that's what I did. That night I went home and sat up all night filling in the paperwork so that I could become Grace's father. I was going to adopt Grace.