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ESCAPE:

It was around 10:00 when we left. We had completely emptied our room and we had about $200 together. It would be enough for now. We had stayed long enough to eat dinner in the food hall and we smuggled as much food out as we could. Mello's chocolate took a whole bag.

Mello had called for a cab and when we got outside the cab was waiting. Mello packed all of our bags into the boot as I took one last look at the orphanage.

I had been there for as long as I could remember. Unlike most of the orphans, I couldn't remember my real parents. I had spent nearly all of my time there with Mello and I had slowly begun to love him. At the start many of the kids had picked on me and Mello had been there to defend me and slowly the kids backed off, too scared of him to bother me anymore. He had been there when I needed him. He was funny, caring, smart, badass, and so damn attractive. Mello had, on numerous occasions, walked out of the bathroom after a shower with nothing but his towel and rosary on, luckily without noticing the effect it had on me.

As I climbed into the cab, I felt Mello's eyes on me. I looked to him, my eyes full of wonder, trying not to picture him in just his towel. His hand was limply holding a chocolate bar and looked as though he wanted to say something, so I remained silent, waiting for him to speak. I loved his voice.

I was felt exhausted and couldn't restrain a yawn. He noticed and for a second I saw guilt in his eyes. My eyes opened exceptionally wide as I felt him grab my arms and pull me against him so my head was on his chest.

"I'm sorry," he said. "You should be in bed by now." Mello was concerned for me! I cheered inwardly. He cares!

"Don't worry," I said smiling warmly at his worry for me. I enjoy every minute with you and would hate to sleep through any time I had with you, I added, mentally.

He gently rested his head on mine.

"What were your parents like?" I asked. I'd wanted to know for a while.

"I only remember what Roger told me about them. My dad was an acholic and he abused my mum.-" I noticed how maliciously he said this and was honestly frightened- "I was taken by child services after he hurt mum enough to get sent to jail and for her to die in hospital. I was then taken to my Aunt's to live but shortly after I moved in, she was in a car accident. She was my last living relative. I was a smart baby I was sent to the orphanage. I was 2."

I was surprised at how much Mello told me. It seems that he trusts me. I hugged him close to me.

"Do you want to speak about your family…?" he asked awkwardly.

"I don't know anything about them. Roger offered to tell me but I didn't want to know. All I know is I was taken to Wammy's when I was four." And meeting you there was the best thing that's ever happened to me.

I yawned again.

"Please, Matt. You're tired. Go to sleep."

Sleep. That sounded good but I couldn't waste any time that I had with Mello.

I fought of sleep for a little while longer and we talked until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.

I snuggled closer into his chest as exhaustion took over. He patted my hair and hugged me as I fell asleep.