Adopted By One Direction

5.

Zayn's POV

The ride to the orphanage was long and there was thick tension in the air. Alexia sat between Niall and I. She tried to avoid brushing against us. Liam was driving, Louis was in the front seat and Harry had refused to come. The hope in his eyes was lost.

I studied Alexia's face. Her hair fell over her face on the side closest to Niall, but her face was open to me. Her whiskey eyes were dull her cheeks were tear-stained.

I recognized this look all too well.

We pulled to a stop in front of the orphanage. Niall looked at her, his eyes and voice desperate,"Alexia, you don't have to do this." He said," You-you can stay with us." He said, his voice wavering in desperation.

She looked at him, her eyes filled with tears," I know, but its for the best."

Niall sighed

He hesitantly opened the car door and slowly got out. We all could see that this was breaking him. It was almost like he gave her his heart and she held it out, bleeding and all, saying," I don't want it anymore." and that's what killed him inside.

All of us piled out of the car and slowly walked up to the orphanage.

Alexia's POV

It was bound to happen some time. If I hadn't put a stop to this, they could've beat me or worse.

Two weeks was a long time, but I hadn't missed this place. What I had missed: the sense of peace, the introverted setting that I had called my home for a few years.

What the guys didn't know was that my parents death was relived in my dreams every night:

I laughed as Allie's mom pulled up to the house. Allie and I had been friends since the 3rd grade, when I moved to New York. My real dad lived in Virginia, but he was in jail, otherwise I would've stayed with him. "Thanks, Mrs. Karlson!" I said as I hopped out of the car. She smiled warmly at me," You're welcome, darling." "Bye, Alex!" Allie said, calling my by my nickname. I smiled as I slammed the door shut.

Pulling out my key, I noticed that the window was broken, completely shattered. Wyatt probably accidentally hit it with a baseball.

I opened the door,"Mom?" I called. Her and Todd's (My stepdad) cars were in the driveway. No answer.

"Todd?"

Again, nothing.

I walked into their room and was met by a horrifying, traumatizing sight.

Blood was everywhere. Todd's throat was slit and blood was still rushing out. I saw blood pooling from my mother's body behind Todd. He had clearly tried to protect her from whoever had come. I knelt down and put my hand over my mouth, muffling sobs. Suddenly, I jumped to my feet, tears streaming down my face,"Wyatt?" I yelled. I ran to his room at the end of the hall. His room was spotless, toys strewn about the room and a complete opposite of my parents room.

Except for one thing:

Blood pooled out of 4 year old Wyatt's small closet. Quivering, I slowly turned the handle of the closet door.

Wyatt's ice blue eyes were frozen in fear. His throat, just like Todd's, had been slit, but the killer did not stop there. He stabbed Wyatt in the stomach more than 10 times. I sobbed as my little brother was lost in time.

My breath was choppy as I followed the boys up to the orphanage.

Ms. Julian gave me a disappointed look when she saw me walk up. She wanted me to find a family as much as I did.

I'll spare you the boring details of what happened, but they left me there. At the hands of a lady with no life and kids who could care less.

He tried to rape me. Dylan did. He came to my room and tried to pull off the shorts I was wearing. I kicked him in the balls and he left.

I couldn't. I realized that I needed those boys. Liam, Louis, Harry, Niall and Zayn. They were mine and I was theirs.

So I left. I packed, left a note and walked away.

Now...

Home.