Kylie's POV
I sat on Niall's couch, my bag in my hand, tears streaming down my face.
"I never knew." I whispered, shaking my head. My head pounded. And I squeezed my eyes shut.
"None of us did. We'd never understand, anyways." Zayn said. My body shook, not from fear. But from anger.
"Of course we would!" I screamed. He jumped, startled.
"Really? You've been beaten half way to death, called fat, a liar, and worthless?" Louis yelled, "And not have anyone there to save you?" I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face. I got up, running to the bathroom. I slammed the door, turning the lock. I pressed my palms on the edges of the sink. I looked up, a black stream like a river ran down my cheeks. I looked around, grabbing a towel. Sorry, I thought to myself. I scrubbed and scrubbed, taking off the hundred pounds of makeup hiding th scars underneath. I grabbed my bracelets, thrashing at them to stop hiding the secret underneath. I tore the sleeves of my shirt, still amazed at my sudden adrenaline strength. I looked at my jeans, knowing I didn't have the strength, or the will, to try to rip them.
"Screw it." I said to myself. I threw them off with overwhelming anger. I grabbed a rubber bracelet off the floor, previously on my wrist, and slipped my hair into a ponytail, not caring how messy it looked. I looked at the mirror, biting my scarred lip, fighting the tears. It felt like he was still hurting me. Even though I was far from him.
Get away from me. I told myself. I took several quick breaths, opening the door. I walked to the living room.
"Don't understand? Don't understand?" I asked, fuming, "Don't you ever say I don't understand this again!" I yelled. They looked me up and down, Niall wincing when he saw that my pants were off. "Yes, I'm not wearing pants! Whoopy-doo!" I screamed. I could hear Millie stirring in the other room. "I have been beaten. Every night by my older brother." I said. Megan gasped.
"Quinn?" She asked. I looked at her.
"Yes. The guy you think is absolutely perfect, beats his little sister." She looked away. I rolled my eyes.
"We didn't know." Niall reasoned.
"No. No one knew. I wanted to keep it that way. But Zayn didn't want to have it, now did you, Zayn?" He looked down. I turned, walking away. I slipped my jeans back on. I walked back to the living room. A man stood there, looking at me.
"Ms. Cox. You have been accepted into the foster program. Please come with me."

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(A week later)
I walked in, Finn clinging to my arm. I looked at the pictures. My heart raced. Quinn's court date wasn't until next month. And, I already gave my testimony in an interview. Finn had told the social services told me where I was, who knew the address cause Niall told him.
The air was hot in New Jersey. I remember Niall, begging for me to stay.
"I can't Niall. I have to take care of my brother." I said.
"But, what about us?" He asked. I gave him a quizzical look.
"I don't even know you." His face still scarred my dreams. But, I kept my head high. Not letting anything hurt Finn or me again.
"Sis, do you think they'll even like us?" I looked down at him, smiling.
"I know they'll love us." I said. He nodded. I sighed. Walking forward. We entered the living room. Where a woman stood, surrounded by kids from the age of seven, I'm guessing, to eighteen. I managed a soft smile.
"Welcome to the family." The woman said, "My name is Jennifer. But the kids call me Mama Jen." Finn smiled, running over to them.
"My name's Finn!" He said, shaking a boy's hand that looked about his age. The boy smiled.
"Jake. My name is Jake." He smiled.
"What's yours?" A guy with dark hair and bright blue eyes asked me.
"Uhm, Kylie." I said quietly. He smiled, and my heart froze for a slight second.
"Hi, uhm Kylie. I'm Drew."

Notes

I'm not crying.

(That you know of)

Yet...

But, I'm gonna suck it up for three months, (Now you know how long, Livve. :])

Because,

"Big girls don't cry."

Wait, don't listen to that.

Girls cry. Because, we can only hold in so much. But, eventually, we're gonna crack. Everything cracks.

Including us.

We're fragile souls.

But, hearts are strong. And that's what holds us together.

So, if you ever need to cry. Do it. Don't hesitate.

Crying shows that your strong.

So, I'm crying. And, you know what, I'll be fine.

Cause this isn't forever.

And you know what, I'll be fine. The other two are amazing. And I know they'll choose someone as awesome as me (Well, close at least) And, I know this will be even better when I return. So, I love you all!

I won't say good-bye. Goodbye means forever.

So, see ya guys later!

XX's,
Signing off,
Erin_Elizabeth_Direction
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