One Direction Adopted...A Thief?!

Memories and Hospitals

“Hey Parker watch this!” Jake yelled from across the street.

“I'm watching Jake!” I yelled back added with a giggle of my own. Jake hopped on his skateboard and rode down till he hit our make shift ramp. It was a big flat piece of wood held up to the back of an old pick up.

Jake Swiftly landed, making his skateboard turn back round to come back my way.

“Parker! Did ya see that?” Jake yelled as he got closer.

“Dude that was awesome! Let me try!” I squealed hoping on my skateboard and riding over the pick up doing a 360 in the air.

“Parker, now you made me look bad.” Jake whined as I came back to where he was standing.

“Awe is whittle Jakey upset?” I cooed as Jake fake pouted.

I felt myself smile at the memory before I was engulfed in another one.

“Hey there she is!” Mikey yelled enveloping me in a hug. “How's ole Joe doing?” He questioned setting me down on the ring. I sighed and looked at my hands.

“Not to well Mikey. We barely have any food and he says I have to eat, so he hasn't eaten anything in a while, I'm getting worried.” I said tears threatening to fall out any moment, but I pushed them back as crying shows weakness.

“Awe Princess, it'll get better, I promise. You're a strong girl.” Mikey said patting my shoulder. “Now you ready for your lesson today?” He said standing up and getting his hitting gloves. I smiled and nodded eagerly.

“Totally!” I yelled standing up to climb into the ring.

“Okay, I want 25 rabid fires you hear?” Mikey said slipping his gloves on. I bit my lip and nodded. Rabid Fires are where you have to hit the glove really fast in repetition. I was the best at this on the team. I took my 7 year old stance as I started my rabid fires.

“Is she okay?” I heard a familiar voice say as my memory subsided. Where I am? I questioned to myself.

“Mr. Tomlinson we told you before, she is in a coma as she hit her head on the concrete pretty hard. She also was lacking male nourish which caused her to faint. Is she in any sports at all?” The nurse questioned. I tried to pry my eyes open but they were like glued together I groaned in frustration and decided to just listen.

“She's a boxer.” Louis said softly. It sounded like he's been crying.

“Well, it seems she worked her body too hard and wasn't supplying the proper nutrition in which she needed to keep up with it.” The nurse said. I heard a loud sigh.

“When do you think she'll be out of a coma?” Louis questioned.

“We aren't sure, could be hours, days, weeks maybe even months.” The nurse said. “Now I have to get these papers over to the lab for testing, if she wakes up call us in.” She said before leaving. I heard a loud sigh.

“Lou, it'll be okay.” Harry said softly.

“No, this is all my fault. If I didn't say those things, she wouldn't of run of and then banged her head!” Lou shouted in annoyance. That's the last thing I heard before my mind took me to another memory.

“Dad! I'm home!” I shouted through the old shed as I hung my coat on the rack near the front door. “Dad?” I questioned going into the living room where my father laid. “Daddy, I got you some food.” I whispered as I knelt down beside him. “Dad!” I yelled trying to wake him up. I shook his body but it was cold, and dead. I checked his pulse but there was none. His chest that once used to rise and fall was at a steady still. “Dad! No! You can't leave me!” I yelled shaking his shoulders in hope of him waking up. My eyes filled with tears threatening to fall but they never did. I stood back from my dad and took a good look at him. His lifeless body look so peaceful, so happy. It was the best for him as he was suffering through starvation, I just wish he could of held on longer. I back up to the farthest wall and slid down in till I was on the ground. I just sat there in fear and sadness, and just stared at my father. The once happy chipper man was now cold and dead, life was no longer in him and I feel it was my fault.