Adopted by Billie Eilish

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Brooke's POV

I wake up in my closet, my wrists tied behind my back, and my ankles in front of me. I let out a groan, my throat sore from all of the screaming. I hear Billie shouting downstairs. I try to call out to her, but I can't. I don't fully remember what had happened to me and why I'm here. But then I feel a pain down below. I look down to see what's happened.

There's blood everywhere. I realize what happened, and I begin to tear up. I'm only twelve, and my own father betrayed me! 

Brooke, where are you at? I tased him but forgot to get him to tell me where you are.

I'm in my closet upstairs, I reply back to her. At the end of the hallway. It hurts, Billie!

I know, baby. I'm coming up. I'll get you home, I'll get you to the hospital if needed. I'm sorry that I let this happen.

You didn't let anything happen, Billie. It was his fault, not yours, not mine.

I still feel like it's my fault. I'm sorry. Don't say anymore. Save your energy. I know you're tired. I know you're hurt. I'm coming.

A minute later, I hear the door open. I hear her grip the knob, and the doors rattle, but they don't budge.

"Locked," I hear her mutter. "Give a kick on the door if you're in there."

I pick up my legs and manage to swing them into the door. She takes a small breath.

"Okay, stand clear! I'm going to bust the door open!"

I shrink back as far as I can into the corner. I hear something heavy get slammed into the door. This repeats a few times before it finally opens. She drops the object and sees me in the corner. She bends down, not seeming to mind that my blood is getting on her hands. I look up at her, fear in my eyes for some reason. I don't want to trust anybody, even though I know I can trust my own sister.

"It's okay, Brooke, she whispers. "I know you're scared, but you're safe. Turn around if you can. I'll untie you."

I nod and manage to swing my body around. She begins working at my wrists. When she finishes, she does my ankles. At that point, reality hits me, and I let out a hiccup that turns into a breakout of quiet sobs. She immediately wraps her arms around me, pulling me into a comforting hug. I wrap mine around her neck, pulling myself close to her. 

I don't deserve her. I really don't.

A/N: Out of ideas. What should happen next? Leave suggestions right here! :) 6 chapters left until the end, plus a bonus art gallery thing. So technically 6 of the story, 1 extra, so 7 left.