The island was finally beginning to settle down again after the horror of the 'other's' attack. Bo was being ostracized by most of the survivors, but it was nothing more than she expected. Claire and Charlie especially were giving her dirty looks and she hardly ever saw, let alone got with ten feet of Aaron now a days.
Jack, Kate, Sawyer and Sayid still kept her company, but Bo knew that they should think about other things. She could take care of herself. She'd had to from a very young age after all, and then there was the care home…
"Look who it is," Jeered William Bucknall, a tall blonde haired, handsome boy. "The lost little girl with no parents. At least my dad comes to visit me!"
"He can't care for you that much if he won't take you to live with girlfriend!" Bo shot back, her long black hair falling across her face so she looked scarily like Samara from 'The Ring'. She knew it freaked the other kids out because her bright blue eyes contrasted so effectively with her hair.
"Don't think you can scare me with your Samara at," Will said shaking his head as though he thought her pathetic.
"Why don't you just bog off and pick on someone your own size," Bo hissed at the fifteen-year-old boy stood in front of her.
"How about I don't?" Will replied sharply, taking a step forward and shoving her. That was the last straw. Bo rammed into his legs knocking Will over and began laying into him. Of course being bigger than her, Will fought back, but Bo had learnt a long time ago how to dodge punches. She bit his hand hard until she drew blood. She was vaguely aware of being dragged off him by the care workers at the home.
It wasn't the first time she'd been caught fighting. Half the kids in the care home were scared of her and the only reason she never moved homes was because none of the others had care workers who could deal with her. Even some of the care workers found her strange and disturbing.
Of course if they knew the truth they would be even more frightened. Bo never made friends, only enemies and the only way she kept from getting her head kicked in was to frighten most children or, is worse came to worse, dodged punches until a care worker intervened. Unfortunately there was the occasional child, like Will, who got on her nerves so much she just lost her temper.
"Alright?" Sawyer asked, coming and sitting next to Bo as she watched the other survivors sadly.
"Oh I'm fine," Bo said sarcastically. "The whole island knows I murdered my parents and now I'm being outcast by most of them, but I feel great!"
Sawyer ran a hand through his hair.
"Things'll get back to normal eventually," he replied.
"Yeah, I'll die, or we'll be rescued and no one'll have to see me ever again, then people will be able to move on with their lives," Bo said rolling her eyes.
"They don't hate you, you know," Sayid said sitting down the other side of Bo.
"They're sure acting like thy do," Bo muttered darkly.
"Well we're not," Kate said sitting just in front of Bo.
"And the other survivors will come around eventually," Jack agreed sitting next to Kate.
"Is this your attempt at trying to cheer me up?" Bo asked looking at the four of them. They nodded smiling slightly. "Well it's not working. Face it, after all the bad stuff I've done I deserver to suffer."
"Bo, the island has been a fresh start for all of us," Kate said quietly.
"What ever you did off the island is a different person," Sayid said. "The only thing that matters is here and now."
"It's not the first time someone's told me I'm going to have a fresh start," Bo mumbled her head resting on her knees.
"Here she is," Mary said herding Bo into the room where a tall brown haired man and his tall blonde wife were sat on the sofa. Bo looked at them, hair over her face because she felt insecure and clutching a small fluffy rabbit toy.
"Hello there," the man said quietly. "What's your name then?"
Bo knew that they already knew her name. They'd've seen it on her file. Along with her entire history. When Bo didn't answer the woman swallowed, smiled and opened her mouth to say something.
"Do you have any kids of your own?" Bo asked in a whisper before the woman could say anything.
"Yes, one," the man said smiling now that Bo had spoken. "A little boy. He's about your age."
"Would you like to meet him?" The woman asked standing up and going to fetch the boy before Bo could answer.
The woman came back with a ten-year-old sandy brown haired boy.
"This is Elliot," the woman said. As soon as the words were out of her mouth Bo backed away.
"I can't live here," she said loudly backing away behind Mary.
"Don't be silly Bo!" the care worker said.
"I'm not being silly," Bo hissed staring at the boy with hatred. How could he dare possess the same name as her dead brother?
"Bo, go and say hello," Mary said a note in her voice suggesting that Bo would be in trouble if she didn't. Mary shoved her forward and Elliot held out his hand. Bo took it and squeezed it as hard as she could, deciding that if Mary wouldn't take her back to England then she'd make her possible foster parents hate her.
Elliot burst into tears and Bo ended up being taken back to the hotel where Mary was staying with her. After being severely told off Mary received a phone call.
"Looks like you're in luck," Mary said. "That was Richard Malkin. There's a very nice couple in Los Angeles willing to take you. We'll leave Sydney tomorrow."