Chapter 2: Sutton

A/N: Sweet Sutton. I'm already falling in love with these characters.

I hated that my mom was still out there, and I was stuck here. I understand the situation we were in, but still. I wanted to be beautiful like her. And look where I am now. My father left us when I was just a baby. My mother worked as many jobs as she could. She would babysit, waitress, bartend, strip and even sell herself. Yeah, you heard me. My mother is a hooker. It's expensive paying for treatment when you're 14 year old daughter passes out from her eating disorder. You see, that was how I coped with it. I deprived myself of food when I was seven years old, and made it into a competition. A game. My mother was always out working, and the few times I'd see her she'd be passed out and would reek of cigarettes and alcohol. I would always tuck her into bed and kiss her forehead goodnight, hoping one day our lives wouldn't stay like this. Who knew that hope would leave me here, with a bunch of reject kids. I mean, I have a rich bitch in my room, and a sassy girl who thinks she owns the place. How am I supposed to play my game? How am I supposed to survive being constantly watched. I worry about my mom all the time. She cannot afford me anymore, but now she goes home alone, with no one to tuck her in, or kiss her goodnight. When I started to develop my eating disorder's I had no idea what I was doing. The house was dark, and cold, and I was scared. I would challenge myself not to eat. When I ate, I felt like a failure and would cry. I started to associate this game with beauty. I would cut out pictures of models form magazines and tape them on my wall to encourage myself to go longer without food. When I was ten, I didn't just cry when I failed, I purged. Ever since then, I've had both bulimia and anorexia. I have been hospitalized twice, and sent to a treatment center once. Nothing inside of me has changed. Because to me, it's a game to keep my lonely self busy while waiting for my mother, hoping she would make it back home. I don't want to be here. I don't want to have roomates. I don't want to be forced to eat, and yelled at when I purge. I just want to go home to the darkness, where I know I am living in fear, but will not be punished.

That night in bed, I heard someone weeping. I rolled my eyes, but the crying continued. I looked to Amber, who was passed out. I turned my head and saw that new girl, Lina, holding her stomach with one hand, covering her mouth with the other, crying and trying to hold it back like a dam. "Lina? Are you okay?" I asked, getting u pout of bed, and walking towards hers. She shook her head. "G-go b-back to sleep," she whimpered.

"Lina, really-"

"Please!" She shouted. I was temped to crawl back into bed, but I sat next to her on her bed.

"Lina, please, its okay you can tell me." I said, stroking her hair. That's what I always wished my mom would do to me. That she wouldn't have to work and could comfort me, dry my tears and kiss me goodnight.

"I'm a mother" She whispered. What? A mother? I must have heard it wrong.

"You're what?"

"Sutton, I'm pregnant. I'm going to be a mother." She said, bursting into tears again, falling into my arms. I was in total shock, but my hands managed to stroke her back, and slowly rock her.

"Shhh, don't cry, don't cry" I whispered into her hair, holding onto her, trying my hardest to comfort her. After a few minutes, the crying stopped, and she was asleep, with a tear stained face. I laid her in bed, and tucked her in. I kissed the top of her head, and wiped the tears off of her rosy cheeks.

"Goodnight Lina" I whispered, before making my way back to my bed, thinking of my lonely mother, and this poor girl who will soon be a mother as well.

A/N: You like it? Please review! Next chapter will be on Carter, a ladies' man, will be trying to get with one of the new girls. What will happen with that plan?