The Orphanage. {Reader x Law}

Wait, There's More.

You watch in amusement as the fireworks explode in the air, the colors engulfing the night sky. 

It's about 2am now and you've shared all the alcohol and cigarettes these guys had, you've even told them about your shenanigans back at home but compared to what they've done, it's merely child's play. 

Killer used to be a drug dealer apparently, even as a 13 year old boy but he got busted and his parents sent him off to the orphanage and never came back. Some people just shouldn't have children, the jerks.

Kid and Bellamy have also agreed to show Baby 5 (or Babe as you call her) some respect now too since they truly believe that she's your little sister, they said she's even welcome to hang out with them but you declined that offer on her behalf.

She's far too sweet and innocent for this crowd. 

Everyone is pretty damn tired now, all sat around the park as they watch the fireworks work their magic. You plan to leave once you've used them all up, a cheeky grin appearing across your features as you notice Kid doodling on Bellamy's face. Seems the blonde couldn't handle all that liquor and needed to take a nap. 

Remind me to never fall asleep around these guys. 

Then the unexpected happens; one of the fireworks go awry, instead of blasting off into the air before exploding, it falls over and the inevitable blast sends a shard of metal used to piece the rocket together flying straight into your arm. However your pained scream is only muffled by loud sirens close by, it sounds like the cops are on their way.

There's a road nearby?! Setting off fireworks in a public place without councils permission, drinking, smoking weed...yeah, we're in trouble.

"Shit! SCATTER!" Kid yells out before taking off, Killer jumping up and running off into the opposite direction. Even Bellamy jolts awake, the blonde scrambling to his feet and hastily taking his leave also.

What the fuck?! Don't leave me here, you fuckers!

In a panic you run back into the woods since you think it's safest to go back the way you came to get here in the first place, your hand clutched to the wound that dodgy rocket caused. You can feel blood pouring into your palm the more you try to run. 

"Shiiit, I knew those rockets were a bad idea!" You grumble to yourself, your words strained due to the agony in your arm and running is only making it bleed and hurt all the more. You essentially throw yourself behind a tree so that you can take a break and regain some strength, your eyes watering and the sharp stinging sensation in your arm not wavering in the slightest. 

Fuck it. I can't run like this, I'll just have to camp out here for the night.

A helpless huff being the only thing to leave your lips as reality comes at you hard. You're lost, hurt and cold...let's face it, that's never a good sign and you'd be in denial to say otherwise. 

However, before you even begin to go over your little camping plan, somebody's footsteps draw in your attention. A grunt leaving your lips as your eyes follow the sound, you assume that the police have found you...well, until you see the guy anyway.

Male, young, blue eyes, brown hair, strange scar...no uniform? 

"Wh-Who the fuck are you?" You hiss harshly, already preparing to defend yourself if the need arises. You can see the boy eyeballing your wound as he slowly steps closer, his aura seems harmless but you're not taking chances. "Stay the fuck away from me, creep! I'll stab your fucking eyes out if you touch me!"

The guy simply ignores your warnings though, taking a firm but gentle grip on your wrist, carefully extending your injured arm out toward him. "G-Get off! Let go of me, you bastard!" Again he ignores you but he's gradually beginning to look more and more irritated by the second.