hey guys sorry for the late upload... this is as really really long one that took me hours to do. please tell me what you think of it.

i like this chaper and was getting teary writing the end of it!!

hahah thanks kinda sad i guess,

alright well here it is,

enjoy!

claire xxx

Also because it took me this long, i made it extra long and juciey, just for you!!

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Scott’s P.O.V

Oakley and I were going really well now. We were hitting it off better and better each and every day. I was still learning things about her all the time. I was following her like a lost puppy almost everyday. I didn't know what else to do with my time. She was just so fun and good to be around, I felt lost without her.

Some people might call me crazy or desperate that I care for her that much. I call it love. I don’t know if she loves me back, but I no she feels something, and that’s a good start I guess. There is something there; she is just too scared to admit not just to me, but to herself also.

Oakley has a trust problem. I know that and respect that. But I just wish she pulled her guards down when she was around me. We have known each other for awhile now, and I honestly thought she was getting better.

She is surprisingly getting extremely confident at school this week. She was a little nervous, thinking that people were going to treat her differently, because everyone knew about Mary. She doesn’t have many friends other than Rachel or myself. I let her hang with Rachel most times in class though. She needed some girl time. I drove her and the orphan clang to school every day so she could save some money on car petrol.

But, what I can’t work out is, she was acting kind of strange as of a couple of days ago. At first I thought it was just because I was taking her out on a date tonight. But I know Oakley well enough. She wouldn’t be that fidgety and nervous about a date. We’ve been on stacks of them already.

I hadn’t told her where we were going; I wanted to see her face when we got the carnival. I don’t think she had ever been to one before and I was honoured to be the first to take her.

At the moment I was waiting by my car for Oakley, Chloe and Jason to come out of school. They were all taking their time, like I had all day. Well then again, for Oakley, I would wait for her all day.

But this was seriously ridiculous.

How long do you seriously want to stay at school?

Chloe and Jason finally come running out, Chloe, looking around franticly. I looked at Jason, his face ready to kill.

He stopped to the car and slammed the door closed.

I turned to Chloe who was almost in tears, “What’s his problem?” I nodded towards Jason who I could still hear huffing in the front passenger seat.

“His been like this all day. I have no idea what’s getting in to him. I think I might just be about Mary.” She shook her head.

“Where’s Oakley? What’s taking her so long?” I asked.

“She was at her locker last time I saw her. She was getting like all her books, I dunno why though. She can’t have that much homework.” She shrugged, and hopped into the back seat of the car, behind Jason. They started talking, and Chloe rested her hand on his shoulder.

I smiled, they were cute together, and they were both just too stubborn to admit it.

Sighing, I made my way back into school, and went to her locker. I saw her trying to grab most of her books out of her locker, struggling, because they were really heavy.

“Need a hand?” I smiled taking a step closer towards her.

She jumped turning herself around, causing her to drop all the books that were in her hand. A few landing on her feet.

I watched as she cursed and fell to the fall starting to franticly pick them all up.

“Scott you scared me.” She shook her head. Her voice sounding somewhat off.

“Sorry.” I smiled sheepishly, kneeling down picking up some of her books.

“What, you emptying your locker of something?” I asked.

She smiled sadly. “Yeah something like that.”

“Let me carry them.” I said grabbing the books out of her hands.

“Thank you.” She replied closing her locker.

“No but seriously Oakley, what are you doing? There are like no books left in your locker?” I asked walking a little slower, waiting for her to keep up.

She waited for a little bit before speaking. This was what I was talking about earlier. She was always so bubbly and wouldn’t shut up unless you told her too; now, she has to think of stuff to say.

“Um, I just have a lot of homework to do, that’s all.” She lied. I could always tell when she was lying, and she had been doing it a lot lately.

“Oakley are you okay? Is there something you need to tell me? You have been acting really strange lately.” I asked her stopping at me car. I stood in her way, blocking the car door so she couldn’t run away from the question.

Although, she still wouldn’t look me in the eye. She always avoiding my gaze.

“It’s nothing.” She shook her head, lying once again.

“You can tell me you know, I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to be here for you.” I smiled.

“And I really do appreciate that Scott, but it’s nothing trust me okay?” She looked in my eye and smiled. It wasn’t her true smile, why was she doing this?

There was something seriously wrong with her, and I was intending to find out.

We drove home in silence, but today it was an awkward silence. It never was with me and Oakley, today there was just no vibe. Tonight was going to be interesting then.

When I reached their house, Chloe and Jason ran out, leaving me and Oakley left.

“So I’ll pick you up at 5?” I asked her turning around to see her in the back.

“Where are we going?” She asked.

“You’ll just have to wait and see beautiful.” I smiled flicking her nose.

She giggled, and I smiled. This was the Oakley that I loved and adored.

“But what do I wear?” She asked.

“Whatever you feel comfortable. Oh and closed to shoes, we don’t want them falling off at all.” I smiled.

Dam, shouldn’t have said that. She probably knows where we’re going. The whole night would be stuffed up if she did.

She huffed, obviously not happy that she doesn’t know.

“Fine, Mr. mysterious. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” She smiled opening the car door and stepping out grabbing her ten tone back pack.

I cleared my throat, causing her to turn around.

“Did you forget something?” I asked, pointing to my lips.

“You won’t tell me where we’re going, so you don’t get a kiss!” Is she serious?

“Fine, that’s how you wanna play.” I growled.

She laughed. I’ll talk to you tonight Scott.” She smiled and dragged her bad into the house behind her.

Once I saw she was in her house and the door was locked I drove off smiling. It was getting better between us. Hopefully it was just her getting her period or something.

Deep down I knew we were both kidding ourselves though.

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We arrived at the Carnival and eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas day.

“Have you ever been to one of these before?” I asked her.

She shook her head, still taking in her surroundings. This was exactly what she needed.

A distraction.

She was dealing with something big, and didn’t plan on telling me about it. I was pissed about that, but she wasn’t going to budge, so there was nothing I could do.

I think we went on every single ride possible. She was like a hypo little kid. No one told me that once you give her fairy floss and coke she goes crazy. For half the night, I don’t think she realised who she was herself.

The only ride that was left was the fares wheel. I did this on purpose, so we could talk up there. It was romantic.

But maybe not when you’re sitting next to someone who is giggling at everything you say because she is so high.

We waited in line for a few minutes and hopped in a carriage and shut the door. It was a big fares wheel, where you sat in little carts, kinda. They were cute and extremely romantic.

Ten points for Scott.

“Tonight was so much fun Scott. Thank you.” She smiled leaning her head on my shoulder.

“Anything for you Oakley.” I brushed all the hair that had fallen on her face.

She blushed when I touched her and I laughed. See what I mean about being cute?

“Oakley has everything been okay with you at home? Is Jason giving you trouble again?” I asked.

If she wasn’t going to tell me, then I was going to guess. I was going to guess it out of her.

“No, he is really sweet now. I think he likes Chloe. They are always together. Once last week, they were alone in our bedroom sitting on Jason’s bed, seriously close, I think they kissed.” She giggled.

I smiled. Well that ruled that one out.

“What about Kelly? How is she doing? Still living in the kitchen?” I asked.

“She has her own little room under the sink. I called in Kelly’s cupboard.” She giggled again like it was the funniest thing in the world.

I chuckled, imagine what she was going to be like drunk!

“Is there something you need to tell me Oakley, you have been really distant lately.” I asked, maybe she wouldn’t even remember this. She is that hypo, it’s like she has been drinking. Maybe it has the same symptoms.

“Nah, not tonight I don’t.” She smiled closing her eyes.

That would mean the conversations over; she didn’t want to talk anymore.

Sighing, I went with it. She still didn’t want to tell me, hey that’s cool. Just give it time.

“I love you Oakley.” I muttered.

She smiled, almost asleep.

“You’re amazing Scott.” She snuggled closer to me a as gust of wind breezed past.

“As are you Oakley, as are you.” I smiled waiting for us to reach the ground again.

Not as romantic as I planned, but it was worth it.

Oakley’s P.O.V

I couldn’t tell him that I was leaving.

I just couldn’t.

It was hard enough, believing it myself, let alone getting him to believe it. The Kelang’s didn’t seem like good people. The little act they put on seemed okay, but I have come to learn, they are cruel, and will make my life hell.

I didn’t want to go, so I didn’t pack. I didn’t move any of my stuff. I haven’t even told the other kids. I think Chloe has a slight idea, but she probably doesn’t realise I was going in so soon.

I wasn’t willing to just pack up everything and leave. All my childhood memories, my little amount of friends that I had and mainly my beautiful boyfriend Scott.

I just couldn’t do it.

Not to him.

I wanted to tell someone, I just didn’t know who. Scott couldn’t know, not yet anyway. He didn’t deserve to be treated like this. We should have never been together in the first place. I wasn’t right for him.

Out date last week was amazing. Not that I really remembered it very well. I should have told him not to buy fairy floss.

What can I say, it’s my complete weakness!

I needed a night off though. A night off work, a night off smiling to everyone, telling them that I was okay, and everything was fine. When really, it was the complete opposite.

Scott has been beyond amazing these past weeks, but now he knows that there is something I’m not telling him.

Deep down, I think he knows what’s going on. What was supposed to happen though, I guess I do live in an orphanage. That’s what happens. There is nothing you can do about it when you’re underage.

Flopping on my bed, I opened my phone and saw a few missed calls from Scott. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to him right now.

It was getting harder.

I figured that he was going to hate me when I told him. And he was pretty dam scary when he was angry. I hated getting him upset. His beautiful eyes, would water, and all the creases in his forehead form for everyone to see. I hate it, and promised myself that I would never cause him to look or feel like that.

I punched in Rachel’s number and put the phone to my ear.

I could trust Rachel. We had become so close, I felt like I have known her for years. She knew that something was up, once I told her that it was nothing, she let it go. Didn’t pressure me into telling her. She dropped the subject after that.

After three rings, she picked up.

“Hellooooo there my little itty bitty pickle.” She answered.

Laughing, I rolled onto my stomach and smiled, “Hello my strange friend. Since when do you pick up the phone like that?”

“Since you started calling me, duh!” She replied brightly.

“Well, I feel honoured then!”

“So you should! So, what’s up?” Rachel asked.

Huffing, “I need to tell you something. Something really important, that you can’t tell anyone.”

“Ohhhh, gossip. I likey!” She laughed.

“Rachel I’m serious, you can’t tell anyone, not even Scott, he doesn’t even know yet.”

“Did you cheat on him? Why Oakley I must say I didn’t think you were the type of girl to do that.” She squealed.

“Rach, shut up and let me talk. I didn’t cheat on Scott!” I shook my head.

“Well, if I can’t tell anyone, especially not him, what’s so important then?” She questioned.

“I got adopted.” I whispered.

Having to hold the phone away from my ear, Rachel was screaming. “Oakley that’s amazing! Why did you sound so down about it? That is so good!”

“Rachel, its five and a half hours away.”

She didn’t speak. I don’t think she even breathed.

A couple of minutes went by, and it was still silence. Why wasn’t she saying anything?

“Rach, you still there?” I asked softly.

I heard a sob! “Oakley you can’t go! Why are you leaving?”

I swear, this girl had a serious case of Bipolar.

“I don’t have a choice Rach. I’m scared; the family I’m staying with are mean and really creepy. I met them, and he isn’t nice Rach, he threatened me already. I don’t want to go!” Tears started forming in my eyes.

“Oh Oakley, what does Scott have to say about this?” She asked.

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I knew myself that it was horrible and unimaginable that I haven’t told my boyfriend yet. I just don’t know how to.

She gasped, “You haven’t told him have you? That’s why you don’t want me to say anything!”

“Rachel how am I going to tell him?” I sobbed.

“Aw darling, that’s a tough one. I dunno. When are you leaving?” She asked.

“In two weeks.”

“Two weeks!? You can’t go then! Oakley that’s too soon!” She gasped again.

“I’m sorry Rach, I don’t want to go either. I don’t have a choice. I just don’t know how to tell everyone.”

“You haven’t even told the other kids at the orphanage yet?” She asked.

“No, I don’t know how to. They’re like my family. It’s all just too hard!”

She sniffed. “Although I’m flattered that you told me first, you have to tell someone else. You know I’m not good at keeping secrets! Especially really juicy ones!” She said.

“Rachel you cannot tell anyone! Do you hear me? Not a single soul. I want to tell people myself. Please promise me you won’t tell anyone?” I asked.

“I’ll try Oakley, but I still think you should be talking to Scott about this whole thing.” I could tell she was shaking her head.

“I know, and I will. Just in my own time.”

“Alright, well mums got dinner on, I have to go. Remember Oakley, tell him soon!” She said before hanging up.

“So, what’s so serious that Rachel can’t tell anyone?” Jason asked smirking, leaning against the door.

Gasping, I had know idea he was standing there. How much had he heard?

“What did you hear Jason?” I asked nervously.

“There is something that you’re not telling us. All of us.” He looked at me, with a suspicious eye. “Scott called me today also. Asked me what was going on with you.”

My eyes grew wider, Scott called Jason? Was he that concerned about me?

“And what did you tell him?” I asked.

“I told him what I knew.” He walked in our room and lay down on his back.

He was just playing me, wanting me to ask him questions to make himself feel better.

“What do you know then Jason?” I asked.

“That you’re hiding something. I have an idea what it is, but I wasn’t that mean in telling him. That’s up to you to tell him.” Jason shook his head.

“What are you playing at Jason?”

“Why do I have to remind you of your dirty little work? You’re the one who did it. My, my Oakley. I didn’t think you were the type. Can’t argue with you though. Scott isn’t the best looking. Bit of a jerk if you ask me.” He smirked.

Ohmygod come on! You have to be kidding me!

“Jason, not you as well? I didn’t cheat on Scott. I’m not pregnant, or lesbian, or whatever you’re going to say next about me. Scott and I are together and that’s that. There is something that I don’t fancy telling people because right now, it’s not their business. Alright? So stay out of this, and stop talking to Scott!” I yelled at him.

“What’s going on Oakley? You have Scott worried, Chloe ripping her hair out. You’re crying on the phone to your friend telling her she can’t tell anyone. What’s going on?” He demanded. This was the caring Jason that I loved.

“Jason I don’t wanna-”

“I don’t bloody care that you don't want to tell me, you will tell me. I’m worried about you Oakley. This has gone too far. You have been like this for weeks now. Please Oakley, what’s wrong?” He huffed, sighing in defeat.

I knew that this was my chance to tell him. I wasn’t going to have another one like this if I waited.

“Jason, a couple of weeks ago, a family came by the house while you were out.” I wasn’t going to tell him the whole thing; it was too much for me let alone anyone else.

“Why?” He raised his eyebrow.

“Their names were Mr and Mrs Kelang. They came over and wanted to know more about me. They thought I was a lovely girl. They have a really nice house, and a dog.” I laughed at the thought. “I’ve always wanted a dog.”

I looked at Jason, who wasn’t looking at me, but staring into space.

“Jason, you followed along yet, or do I have to spell it out for you?” I asked.

“What did you say there name was?” He asked through his teeth.

“Kelang, why?” I asked. I was trying to tell him that I was getting adopted and all he took in was there last name?

As soon as the name came out of my mouth his head shot up. His eyes filled with a mix of anger and sadness.

“They adopted you?” He asked.

I dropped my head, and nodded, not wanting to see his face once he found out.

“You can’t go Oakley!” He said.

“I don’t have a choice Jason.” I said, feeling the water works coming back.

“I don’t care Oakley. You are NOT going with them!” I looked up and saw him furious. There were tears in his eyes.

“Jason, the decision has been made. I’m going.”

“Oakley, they’re not good people, you have to believe me on this. I’m not lying. You can’t go with them. You’ll be played around with. It’s not safe there.” He shook his head.

I shot him a confused look. How did he know about them, and what they did?

“How do you know this Jason?” I asked.