"H-hush little baby don't say a word, papa is gonna buy you a mocking bird and if that mocking bird won't sing papas gonna buy you a diamond ring," I sang the soft song to myself.
It was a dark cold night in the middle of October and I had enough.
It's been 3 days since I ran away.
3 days since I ate.
I was currently laying down on a hard uncomfortable bench trying to sleep.
I never slept in silence so I sing to myself.
"And if that diamond ring turns brass papas gonna buy you a looking glass,"
I sang as I cried. I was all alone and scared in the middle of the night.
I looked down at mwy watch and sighed, it was 1 am and I still hadn't reached home.
"Grey chill man it'll be fine," Kenzie chuckled.
"And if that looking glass gets broke, papas gonna buy you a Billy goat," I heard a small soft voice sing this lullaby in the distance.
"You heard that kenz?" I asked
"Ya lets go check it out it sounds like a kid, it's almost 2 why would a kid be out at this time?" Kenz said
"That poor thing, its freezing out," I said as we began walking in the direction of the soft sound.
After a few minutes we stopped at a bench. A small figure layed down on the uncomfortable peace of wood. The body shivered involuntary to the cold.
That's when I noticed the little girl only had a small shirt and shorts on in the middle of winter.
"Holy hell Grey let's help the poor thing," Kenzie said.
I quickly took of my sweater off and wrapped her small body around it.
"Come one baby," I said to myself as I lifted her up and wrapped her feet around my hip.
"Wait a minuite, we cant just take her, she will be frightened when she wakes up," Kenzie said
"She wont wake up in the morning in this weather," i said
We walked the rest of the way home.
We reached our mansion.
I quickly opened the gate and kenz followed behind me. I felt the girl move on my hip waking up.
"W-who are you mister?" She asked I quickly recognized her voice as she was the one singing.
"Hey there my name is Greyson but you can call me grey," I said in a sweat voice not trying to scare her.
"My name is Mia but you can call me.... I don't know I never had a nickname," she said.
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My 3 bipolar men.Teen Fiction
*warning contains sexual content and polygamous relationship so as ddlg* 17 year old Mia ran away from home to be free of her wicked mother's rule. While sleeping on a bench, little Mia was spotted by two of the three men she'd later fall in love w...