Three months later; everything has changed. My parents don't like me. They never have, this is nothing new. But when I got Niall's offer, they decided that anything that makes me happy makes them mad.
I feel like I can't do anything right around them, like everything I do is a mistake. Their anger has escalated so much over these three months. From yelling, to pushing, to hitting.
I'm used to the pain, to the running up to my room to hide from it, to the bruises and scars. But just because I'm used to it, doesn't make it hurt any less.
I hear a ring coming from upstairs. I quickly run from where I was seated on the living room couch, up the stairs and down the the ringing is louder. I walk up and down the hallway trying to figure out where the noise is loudest. Stepping into the laundry room, I realize it must be in here. My phone has been hidden in the laundry room for three months. I search in a cupboard full of laundry detergent eventually finding my phone. The ringing has stopped, my friend tried to call me. I ignore it and text someone much more important.
June 23rd: 2021
To: Smily Nially: HI NIALL
From: Smily Nially: Dahlia? What is it? What's with all caps? Why has it taken three months to respond to all my texts?
To: Smily Nially: My parents took my phone. I don't know what got into them. I think that they hate me now.
From: Smily Nially: What do you mean, they hate you?
To: Smily Nially: At first, it was just yelling. About a month ago they started getting really mad and sometimes hitting me whenever I did the slightest thing wrong. It's getting worse every day.
From: Smily Nially: Ok, Love, where are you right now?
To: Smily Nially: Locked in my bathroom so that they won't see that I found my phone from where they hid it.
From: Smily Nially: Ok, I'm coming.
To Smily Nially: Wait what? Where even are you aren't you in London or something? Read
Ok, you can't just leave someone on 'read'. How rude is that?!
An hour later, I'm still hiding in my bathroom. I hear the doorbell ring. Who is that? Did he seriously come?
I hear little bits of the conversation downstairs
Sign... here and here.... her... never see her... she'll.... off your hands... safe with me...
Am I hearing what I think I'm hearing? No. This is a dream? But what if I'm right?
If I'm right...
Niall Horan is legally adopting me.
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Fanfiction*COMPLETED* - 2021 New Yorker, Dahlia Renee Parker had good friends. Good grades. Good parents. A good life. But all good things must come to an end. **REWRITTEN** - 2023
