Adopted By Zoella

Chapter 2

I wake up in an unfamiliar room. I look around slowly, wincing at the immense pain all over my body. I have no idea what happened to me last night, why am I in so much pain?

Eventually a small woman enters the room.

"Hello Daisy, how are you feeling?" She asks kindly.

"Sore," I answer bluntly. There's no point in being nice, everyone hates me in the end anyway.

"I've bought you some painkillers," she says, handing me the foil of tablets.

I eye them suspiciously, ensuring that they are in fact painkillers and not anything else before saying, "thank you"

"No problem, honey."

She stays silent whilst I swallow the tablets and take a drink of water.

"Do you want anything to eat?"

I shake my head, who knows what she'll give me?

"Okay, make sure you tell me when you do"

I nod.

"So, do you remember what happened last night?" She asks me.

I knew this was coming.

I sigh, "No idea."

She raises an eyebrow.

"I mean, I know he smacked me,"

"Have you seen yourself yet?"

"What do you mean?"

"Have you looked in a mirror recently?"

"No"

She hands me a small mirror and I take a look at my face. My face is covered in bruises, I have a split lip and black eyes. I gasp. How could my own father do this to me?

"I hope you don't mind, but we've put you up for adoption. There's no way you're ever going to return back with your biological parents,"

I begin to feel anxious.

"Why would anyone want to adopt me? Surely I'm too old?" I say quietly.

"A lot of people like adopting 13 year olds, especially those who don't want to look after babies, I'm sure we'll find you the perfect place."

And with that, she left.