Onyx's P.O.V.
"What are we doing here, Roxy?" I asked, looking out of the huge window.
"Do you really not know what's going on?" She looked at me with tired eyes.
"No, not really," I confessed.
"You know how when you were growing up... You know how mom and dad weren't there?" She sighed.
"You always said they'd come back.." I looked at my hands.
"Well, mom and dad died... They're not coming back... But you know how protective the Mayor got?" She pulled my chin back up.
"Yeah?" I guessed.
"He's mom's brother," Roxie told me.
"Oh..." It made some sense but not a lot.
"And now, since that jerk Frey decided to tell him everything, we now live here," she continued.
"Can I tell you something?" I asked.
"Sure," she said tiredly.
"I don't think Frey was being a jerk, I think he was just trying to protect you.. And me by default." I told her.
"Maybe that is what he was trying to do, but it still wasn't necessary." Roxie shook her head.
"But it's what he felt he should do," I pointed out.
"You're growing up way too fast," She sighed, fixing my hair out of nervousness.
"I know.." I looked down again. "Do you think we'll be okay?"
"We're going to be just fine, okay?" She pulled my chin up.
"But what if it isn't?" I asked.
"I'll be here until the very end to protect you."
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