Chapter Fourteen:

Cam POV

I woke up and I was in my bedroom, having no idea how I'd gotten there. I slowly got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen, and everybody was there.

"Look who's up."

"What time is it?"

Darry looked at his watch.

"About 10:30."

Everybody looked uncomfortable. Darry stood up.

"Everyone in the living room."

We all settled in there, and I noticed everybody staring at me.

"Okay, we need answers."

I wracked my brain. Then, I remembered.

"Shit..."

"What'd you take?"

I looked down.

"I... I don't know..."

Steve got angry.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

I winced.

"They just said it'd help me forget everything for a little while."

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"Being at Mike..."

Crap. Soda got up and dialed a number. No one said anything else, and then Tim walked in. They told him what I had. He shook his head.

"Don't know what he would've gave her. Curly wasn't involved was he?"

I shook my head. Curly may get drunk sometimes, but he doesn't do drugs.

"I'll go get Mikey and bring him here."

Tim left after that. Darry ran his hands down his face.

"Steve found you almost out of town on the east side walked down the side of the road."

That explained why my legs hurt.

"What were you thinking?"

"See wasn't."

That came from Two-bit. He sighed.

"Look, Cam. We all have pretty hard lives. It's why I drink, it's why Steve's bitter, it's why Darry had to grow up too fast. But, none of us have ever turned to drugs. You can't, either."

I looked down. You know you've done something bad when Two-bit gets serious. Soda spoke up.

"We know about how your parents died."

My head shot up. Everyone else looked at him confused. He shrugged.

"She doesn't remember our fight. Just that we had one."

He was right. I didn't know I had told them anything. I took a deep breathe.

"My parents were great people. Their names were John and Cynthia. They tried for years to have kids. I thought they had me. I didn't know I was adopted."

Everyone gave me sympathetic looks.

"We mostly all three stayed at the farm. My dad hardly went to the store at all. We woke up early, I did my chores, my mom homeschooled me. I loved that life... The day it happened, my dad got called in because there was a delivery mix up. My mom decided to go with him. They asked if I wanted to go, but since I wasn't around people that much, I didn't go. They were gone for hours. The later it got, the more worried I got. I had tried to call the store, but no one ever picked up. I was about to call the police station when a cop car pulled into the yard. He told me that my parents had fixed the delivery problem and were about to walk out of the store when two guys came in with guns and just shot... Shot everybody..."

I was crying, but I didn't stop explaining.

"The girls home was awful. It was supposedly the best in the state. The girls were mean, the staff didn't care about us. I just remember wishing I'd went with them so that..."

Soda came over and hugged me.

"Don't think that way. Please..."

Time brought Mikey, who said he didn't know what the pill was. Tim was pissed. When they left, Darry said I couldn't talk to him anymore.

As the weeks went on, things got better. I finally looked at Sodapop as my brother, and I loved the gang like a family. If always miss my folks, but I gained something, too. I had brothers, and I wasn't letting them go.

Author's note: This is the last chapter. I'll be honest, I don't like this story. I liked the idea, but absolutely nothing was working, so I ended it. I hope it didn't disappoint you too much and I promise to do better on my next story. The only reason I finished it, was because I made a promise to myself that I would never not finish a story. Thanks, you guys.