And the winner of the cover contest is.... *drum roll* Fool-for-Dally !!!!!👑👑👑.  But I also loved the one made by Tuff_Greaser so this chapter is dedicated to both of you!  Great job!

  I decided they finally deserved to know the truth about me.  I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the memories that were sure to cloud my mind as soon as I started talking.  The gang stared at me with wide, expectant eyes. "I was adopted at 13. No one wanted the older kids at the orphanage but I eventually had a chance at a foster home. I went through fifteen homes before someone finally adopted me.  I had thought I'd be alone for the rest of my life, so imagine my surprise when I found out someone actually wanted me.   The people who adopted me were a middle age married couple, their last name was Ford-"

"Selena Ford?" Soda interrupted crinkling his nose, "I don't like it..."

I ignored the comment and continued, "Charles Ford, and Laura Ford.  They had taken me to a large brick house, almost immediately claiming I was just the replacement for the baby they weren't able to have, I let that comment go over my head, even though it stung when I first heard those words. They took me into the brick house and showed me my room, it was an average size room with a window, a dresser, and a twin sized bed, but to me it looked like a palace.  Things went well for the first couple of months, and I was happy...but after a while the dad Charles developed a drinking problem. He started to hurt me and Laura didn't give a hang by that time. So...I lived in fear...scared to talk scared to have opinions, scared of everything. "

"Like me..."  Johnny muttered.

"Recently it got worse and I guess they were done with me since they took of and left.  I went to the train station to start a "new life" and that's when blondie and Johnny found me."

  Dallas growled, "Call me blondie again and I'll- "

"You'll what?  Dallas, I'm already in a hospital bed.  There's not much more I can handle."

He opened his mouth, probably to say a rude reply, but quickly snapped it shut.

"Yeah..well uh.. Just don't call me blondie again."

I rolled my piercing blue eyes, "Sure thing...blondie." 

He scowled, but I could tell he was impressed.  I yawned, "I'd love to talk more about my terrible past but I could use some sleep."  I said a little harsher than I meant too.  The gang all nodded with solemn looks on their faces and quietly left the room...well all but Dallas.  He just shot me a look that had not fear in it...but admiration, I gave him a nod and leaned my head back against the white pillow, feeling sleep overcome me I let my guard down...slowly.