Adopted By One Direction

chapter 9

Adopted. 

Maddie's POV:

"Dear Journal,

Well, I'm not really sure how to start one of these things. I guess I should introduce myself? My name is Madison, I'm seven years old. Honestly the only reason I'm wasting my time writing, is because I guess I just need to talk to some one.  So, here goes nothing..." 

Liam began to recite from my journal. The book that holds all of my secrets, my deepest darkest thoughts. 

I really don't want the boys knowing all the things that are hidden in that book. I never planned on them finding out, but now, I'm caught. God! Why do I have such a big mouth! 

Harrys holding me tightly in his lap, I don't trust these boys. I probably never will, but I have to admit it feels nice to have some one hold me. I feel almost, safe? 

I snuggle into Harry's chest even more, bracing myself for what is about to happen. 

Harry's grip on my tighten, "Baby, its ok. What evers in there, we will love you no matter what ok?" He coos placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. 

Love? Did he just say they love me? Ha! Thats the biggest lie I've ever heard! There is no way any one can love a person when they have known them for a few days. 

Harry grips his hands all the way around my waste and lifted me so that my body was facing his, my knees on each side of his waste.He pulled me in so that my arms were around his neck while his hands tightly fastened on my wastes. Whispering comforting things that I just blocked out. I just brushed it off as Liam continued to read a loud. 

"I live with my mummy and daddy, not too unusual. It all started a year ago, my mummy and daddy started having issues. Instead of talking them out, like most people, they started drinking. They get so hammered that they have no idea what they're going. It all started with a beating, and then it got worse. My daddy he uh well he takes advantage of me. Its the scariest thing I can think of. He likes to hit me, to cut me, to kick me, to stab me, and to uh, rape me. My mummy she beats me too, but it wasn't until a few month ago, she started taking advantage of me as well. Its discussing I know, and if I had the ability, I would run away. But I simply don't, they tie me down. And when I try to fight back, it take about one quick second before I'm knocked out on the floor. I don't know what I've done wrong, I thought they loved me. Its like one day mummy was making a special dinner for me getting all A's and the next she is experimenting her sexuality with me. I wish I knew what I've done wrong, I try to say I'm sorry for whatever I did to get punished like this, but they never forgive me. This is all my fault. I must have done something to make mummy and daddy mad at me. I just want my mummy and daddy back. I don't want to hurt anymore. I don't really know what 'rape' means, but thats what daddy yells to me whenever he has me tied down on the bed. Mummy does weird things to me, and daddy forces me to do even weirder things to her. I don't know why. I wish I was a big girl! Then, if I was big I could stand up to daddy. I could get out of the chains on the bed, I could unlock the bolted front door, I could run away. I wouldn't have to be hurt anymore. But at the same time, I still love my mummy and daddy, I want them back, I want my REAL mummy and daddy back. Maybe one day, Jesus will answer the tons of prayers I have left him. 

I have to go, my daddys coming up the stairs, bye. 

-Maddie."