Adopted by 1D
22
I don't know why...Please, stop
Husky’s POV
I crumpled in a heap on the ground. They were hurting me. I tried to push myself up, but the boys were kicking me and laughing. Louis was the only one who wasn’t. He was standing in a corner, laughing at every kick that struck me.
‘Please, stop,’ I whimpered, sobbing. Niall kicked me in the face. My head snapped backwards and I heard a crack. My neck was broken. The kicks kept flying.
‘Louis, help me. Please,’ I croaked, my head at an odd angle. Louis’ face turned serious and he walked forward. He bent down beside me.
‘Louis, thankyou--.’ Louis slapped me in the face with all the force he could muster. My head flopped to the other side. I screamed in pain.
‘Please, stop. Please,’ I begged through my tears, ‘Louis, I trusted you. You became the person you promised you’d never become. Please, you’re killing me.’ All of the sudden, I was surrounded by blackness. I heard yelling. I felt the scar on my neck tear open. I placed my hand over it, trying to stop the blood-flow. But it was no use. Liam was towering over me, digging the knife deeper and deeper into my neck. I gasped.
‘Liam, please. No! Please! The knife. It hurts. Please. Stop.’ My voice faded into an inaudible whisper. I slowly drifted into a deep and ever-lasting death.
Husky’s POV
I crumpled in a heap on the ground. They were hurting me. I tried to push myself up, but the boys were kicking me and laughing. Louis was the only one who wasn’t. He was standing in a corner, laughing at every kick that struck me.
‘Please, stop,’ I whimpered, sobbing. Niall kicked me in the face. My head snapped backwards and I heard a crack. My neck was broken. The kicks kept flying.
‘Louis, help me. Please,’ I croaked, my head at an odd angle. Louis’ face turned serious and he walked forward. He bent down beside me.
‘Louis, thankyou--.’ Louis slapped me in the face with all the force he could muster. My head flopped to the other side. I screamed in pain.
‘Please, stop. Please,’ I begged through my tears, ‘Louis, I trusted you. You became the person you promised you’d never become. Please, you’re killing me.’ All of the sudden, I was surrounded by blackness. I heard yelling. I felt the scar on my neck tear open. I placed my hand over it, trying to stop the blood-flow. But it was no use. Liam was towering over me, digging the knife deeper and deeper into my neck. I gasped.
‘Liam, please. No! Please! The knife. It hurts. Please. Stop.’ My voice faded into an inaudible whisper. I slowly drifted into a deep and ever-lasting death.
Your dad's an ass then if he says that...Anyway my dad says I was adopted and that I wasn't his child and a bunch of things and if know those aren't true cause I go through a lot of things to get evidence and I was right. It's just the way my dad shows affection for one and another. Remember that it doesn't matter what people think of you. You define beauty others don't define beauty for you. You shouldn't care about what your step dad thinks, when your old enough you'll be able to make your dad suffer and call him names and things like that. Put him through the stress he put you in.
6/25/14