I Thought You Said Forever... (One Direction Fan Fic)

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Aubrey's POV

I barely can believe I'm in New York myself. I came over to America with Cali and Laila about a year ago in the fall. Cali lived in London but me and Laila lived in Mullingar, Ireland.

We moved to America after her grandmother died. Once her dad left, Laila's grandmother took her and Dustin in. But she passed away a while ago and I was right there with Lails.

My adoptive parents abused me. I was an only child as I've been told. I never met my parents or siblings if i even had any. Ever since I could remember I was in an orphanage. And that day I was adopted was the most exciting day of my life. Until I was about 16 my life was fine with my "parents". We got along and every thing, but I never felt like I belonged.

When I was a junior in high school I got into some "trouble". I was starting to get "hate mail" in my locker. People would write me mean notes telling me how much I don't deserve to be alive and how ugly I am etc. Some of them I even believed. At the time I had no one there for me. Laila switched schools so it was hard for us to communicate. I felt so alone and scared. I started to cave in and every note I got, I believed.

One day I was in my room and tried to kill myself....

My "dad" caught me and after that every thing went down the drain.

***Flash Back***

"So this is what we get for bringing you into our house!?!?" he screamed.

I just sat there tears welling up in my eyes.

"Answer me!"

I had nothing to say. I just sat there my head down and trying to suck it up. Then everything went black.

I woke up on the floor in the kitchen. No one was home and my head was throbbing. I walked into the bathroom only to find

the right side of my face swollen and purple. I noticed that my eyelid was cut and there was dried up blood around it.

About a week went by with more bruises, slaps, and worse notes.

I can't take any more of this! I ran away and went to Laila. She is the only person I can talk to.

***End Flashback***

I cringed at the memories flooding into my head.

Now that I think back though, I'm glad I left and moved in with Lails. We became even closer and I felt so much safer.

I lived with Laila, Dustin, and her Grandmother. On October 23 of last year, her grandmother had a heart attack and passed away though.

The only other family us three had, lived in the US. It was Laila's Aunt Rose. Dustin called her the day after the tragedy and she had us flown to her house in Connecticut in a heartbeat.

That's where we have been staying for the past year or so. Well, until now!