Saved: A New Beginning//Sequel to Saved

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About twenty minutes goes by before a car pulls up next to the bar, but it's not Mike's. The driver's side door opens and Billie stands up and stares at me for a brief moment before walking over. He's wearing a loose-fitting gray tee shirt and some sweatpants; and it's obvious that he recently woke up since his hair is messy and he's wearing his glasses instead of his contacts. I feel sick. I still want to go home, but I wanted Mike to pick me up because he wouldn't have made me feel as guilty. Billie walks quicker as he comes closer and hugs me tightly while he cries softly . "I'm sorry," I cry into his chest. "Don't apologize. It's okay," he sniffles, his voice shaky and uneasy. He pulls away from me and walks me towards the car after quickly waving at the people outside of the bar. For the brief moment that I'm waiting for Billie to get inside the car, I think about what to say but nothing I say will erase what I did. They're just words, and words won't change anything. He gets in and starts the car, making sure to turn up the heater since he knows I'm freezing cold.

There's an uncomfortable silence in the car, and my heart is practically beating through my chest. I can't bear to look at him because every time that I do, I feel an intense ache in my heart. As we continue home, rain begins pouring down; making thunderous thumps against the top of the car. The rain drowns out the silence, but the anxiety and guilt remain.
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We pull up into the garage, and I unbuckle my seatbelt; but Billie says, "We need to talk for a minute before you go in." I look down at the floor of the car and wait for him to say something, but I realize that he doesn't know what to say. Truth be told, I don't know what I'm supposed to say either. He sighs and looks at me, trying to grasp the words needed to speak. "I've never dealt with anything like this, so I don't know what I'm supposed to tell you," he explains the silence. "I was scared," I say bluntly, trying to put my feelings into words, but I don't know if 'scared' is even the right word to use. He looks at me with a certain frustration that I can't understand. "Why? I-I don't understand. I'm trying to understand what you're going through, but I have no idea," he pauses, deciding the correct wording to use, "You can't—hiding your feelings doesn't help us to understand.... I know you're dealing with a lot, and I'll never understand what you're going through but you can't do stuff like this." I nod my head and stare down at the floor of the car. "Can we go inside now?" I ask, knowing I'm about to cry. "Yeah, but before you do, I have to tell you: I didn't tell Adie yet. She didn't notice because I told her I would check on all of you kids. After I went into your room, I got the call from Mike and told Adie that I had to do an emergency check at the studio because the security system went off. We have to find a way to tell her—" he begins. "Why'd you lie to her?" I interrupt him, my eyebrows coming together with confusion. "Because she thought everything was going good. She thought that you–and this isn't your fault–settled in nice and you were finally okay with being here...I couldn't bare to tell her," he admits, beginning to tear up. "I'll tell her," I say softly, realizing that it's not his job to clean up my mess. I get out of the car before he can say anything and walk into the house, letting out a sigh of relief since I'm finally home. I take off my Converse as well as my jacket, leaving them downstairs.

Billie hurries in and walks with me upstairs towards his and Adie's bedroom. Once I open the door, I finally feel nervous, however, I'm exhausted and just want to get this over with. I read the clock beside the bed and realize that it's nearly four in the morning. It didn't even feel like I was gone for that long! "Adie?" Billie coos softly, approaching her slowly and quietly since she's asleep. She stirs and slowly wakes up, realizing that I'm in the room too. Almost as if she knows what happened, she scoots over and motions for me to come and lay with her. I lay down next to her, still in my hoodie and jeans. I begin to cry, but Adie holds me tightly, which makes me feel better. "I'm really sorry," I mutter out, all of my pent-up feelings finally becoming alleviated. "We'll talk about it in the morning, hon...just go to bed," she says softly, brushing my hair out of my face. Billie approaches us and kisses each of our foreheads before walking over to the other side of the bed, squeezing into the small amount of space left for him. My crying subsides after a few minutes, and I fall asleep quickly since it's been an exhausting night.

It felt good to have Adie as a mother. My birth mother never held me or comforted me when I was sad. Adie's a good mom, and Billie's a good dad. I guess I don't really know where I fit into the family, and I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about everything that's happened. I've never been put into a situation where I have to adapt to other people's lives. Jakob and Joey will always be closer to Adie and Billie, and I guess that's why I don't know where I belong. They've had this family for their entire lives, and they have a routine that has been executed for so many years that I can't just push myself into it. It's as though they're a complete puzzle, and I'm just the extra piece that came from a different box. I'll never fit in quite right.

A/N: heyyy beautiful people!! How are y'all doing??? I hope everything is well!! Sorry it took me so long to update! I've been busy with state exams!

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-Victoria