Adopted! (Fifth Harmony)

Penelope and therapy with Liam

I walked into the school and went to my class then say in my seats. All of the kids looked at me. I sunk down in my seat. "Hey little kid is it true that you know Zayn Malik and Austin Mahone?" A random girl asks me. I just nod my head.
"Do you know all of one direction?" I nod my head again.
"Cool!" Everyone said. I didn't know why it was a huge deal but I went along with it. All of the guys were just kind of like eh and all of the girls were totally fan girling it was ridiculous. As class went on everyone kept looking at me, it was getting a little weird. Penelope was passing notes around and as people got them they would look back at me so I assume Penelope was telling them. It's not that big of a deal, I know that these people are famous and all but haven't these kids ever met someone famous. During lunch I was sitting against the wall in the empty corner eating my half of a sandwich which I couldn't finish so I just drank my water and nibbled on my pretzels while drawing in my book. Soon a bunch of people came up to my table and sat with me. They all just stared before finally talking. "So you're famous?"
"No!"
"Then how do you know one direction and Austin Mahone!"
"They're my parents friends!" their jaws dropped. Penelope came and sat next to me. "Hey Lacey so I know we kind of got off on the wrong foot and all but we are cool right?"
"No, you're really mean!"
"But I said I'm sorry!"
"Ok so let me get this straight, you bully me one day then you meet my famous friends and suddenly you think we're on a clean slate?"
"Yeah!"
"Well let me just say you're eraser didn't clean the slate just smudged it around!"
"You know I have always loved your humor!"
"Penelope we aren't friends!"
"You know I could help you with your style being friends with famous people and all I would think you'd have higher standards than that!" She points to my outfit.
"She does and that's why she's done talking to you!" Luisa says (a/n comment if you see what I did there!)
"Just an f.y.i Liam picked this out for me to wear and I couldn't say no!" I add followed by everyone gasping in amazement. come on people it's not that cool. Me and Luisa stand up and walk out of the cafeteria and over to my locker. "Penelope just wants to be friends with you cause of the boys!"
"I know but she was never nice to me so that's that!"
"So what are you doing for thanksgiving?"
"Going to Florida with Mila, Austin, and Lauren!"
"That's awesome! Post lots of pictures on Instagram! I'm going to stay home!"
"Thanks I will! And thank you for helping me out back there."
"Of course no problem!"
"Alright we'll see you on Monday!"
"You too!"
The day went by like a match runs out of flame and soon enough I was waiting in the back for Liam to pick me up. I really didn't want to go to therapy but everyone was making me. I sat and drew pictures of my dreams from the last few nights. They were pretty graphic scenes from my past. I don't know why but they've been getting worse and now sometimes when I wake up it feels like a tiger is clawing on my lungs puncturing holes. Liam honked and I ran to the car to get in. "Hey kid lets get going to therapy!"
"Ugh don't remind me!" He chuckles and hits drive.
"Liam why are you driving Dinahs car? She doesn't let anyone drive her car not even Siope!"
"She doesn't have to know now does she!"
"You are dead Payne!"
"I know!" He laughs as I tell him all about my day and Penelope. I felt joy hanging with the guys they were protectors, but they were cool. We arrived there and I just put my SnapBack I stole from Lau which she doesn't now about. I pull it low on my head and and walk with Liam into the room. "Hello Lacey!"
"Hi Dr. Samani!"
"How are you!"
"Eh!"
"Who is your friend!"
"Liam, Liam Payne!" He says shanking her hand.
"Well it's nice to meet you!"
"You as well!"
"Alright Lacey how was your week?"
"Eh!"
"Truthfully! How was it?"
"It was hard I had like 4 outbursts all week!"
"Well that's not good! Let's start by trying to reason out these nightmares so tell me all about them!"
"Ok well most of them were about my past foster homes and in each one it was my foster parent that was. Attacking me. Physically and...." I pause "sexually. I was usually in my room reading or drawing and they would attack me and they would hurt me and I could feel the pain. In another it was a flashback to my first home before the orphanage and it was my father who was attacking me and it was the same night that he killed my older brother Nick while he was trying to protect me. The other was of all of my past fathers attacking me all at once and...and the pain it felt so real. I felt the blood in my mouth I felt it all I could've sworn that I was awake!" A tear falls down my cheek. "The last one was about all of my now dads were in a line and my father was walking in front of them and one by one he made me watch them be tortured and it was awful!"
"I understand how that could be difficult but you gotta power through."
"I know but it's difficult!"
"Oks so how were you in terms of anger!"
"I was fine I got into one fight though!"
"What happened!"
"The girl was calling me things and I slapped her!"
"Ok what was she saying!"
"That I'm fat and ugly and that no one likes me!"
"Well maybe it's true!"
"What?"
"Maybe somewhere deep down inside that is actually how you feel!"
"It's not!"
"I think you are and you don't know how to deal with your emotions!"
"None of that is true!"
"I think it is!"
"No it isn't!"
"I think you're ugly and fat and no one even really likes you!"
"Don't say that!"
"But it's true you are!"
"Don't say that! Stop, stop!"
"You're nothing but a humongous medusa!"
"STOP IT!" I yell and run out of the room I hear the doctor say.
"Well that's all of the time we have for today!"
I run out the building and into the car huffing and puffing. Liam gets in the drivers seat and drives knowing that saying anything at all will explode me into a million pieces. I walk into the house and everyone is in the living room. "Hey baby how was therapy?"
"Awful!"
"Go do your homework!"
"No!" I yell and throw my backpack across the room and knocking over a chair then running up the stairs into my room running into the bathroom and crying.