A/N- TW- Throughout this while story, there will be references to abuse, mental health and self harm and also details of abuse and mental health, possibly SH. If this is going to affect you please don't read, there are other stories out there to read, put your mental health first x
*Skylar POV*
Skylar- please! Stop! I'll do anything
?- anything? Really? You said that last time and you never did so shut up and take it *slaps across the face*
Skylar- please just leave me alone I can't take this anymore
?- I don't care what you can or can't take just stop complaining
? (Another unknown)- Skylar! Im home!
Skylar- ill be down in a minute mom *pain in her voice*
?- you dare say a single word about this and I swear to god
Skylar- I won't I swear!
We both walk downstairs to see my mom, my adoptive mom. Its just me and her because her and my adoptive dad couldn't have kids, that's why they ended up with me but my adoptive father passed away at the start of this year. I've been in their care since I was 7, that's half my life. I'm 14 now. Before they found me I was being moved around from care home to Foster home for the first 7 years of my life. I don't know anything about my birth mother. Not even her name. I would do anything to be able to find her.
I walk into the kitchen and start talking to my mom. She was lovely but since my dad died she's been drinking, it's starting to get a bit heavy now and a bit out of order. She's already got a glass in her hand full of who knows what alcohol. Soon enough she would be drunk and I always dread what will happen when that happens.
Skylar- hi mom
Mom- what are you doing? Oh hey Alice, how are you? I didn't know you were coming round
Alice- yes I hope thats okay, I won't be here long, just making sure Skylar got home okay. I'll be leaving now
Mom- you don't have to, you can stay if you like
Alice- it's okay, I should be getting home
Mom- okay see you later
Alice- see you later. Bye Skye *leaves*
Skylar- bye, see you tomorrow
Mom- *waits until Alice leaves* what have I told you
Skylar- I'm sorry mom she kind of just came in with me
Mom- well I don't want her here anymore understood?
Skylar- yes mom. How much have you had to drink?
I instantly regretted my decision to ask this question when I had yet another strike across my already red face. First I was struck by Alice in my bedroom and now I'm being struck by my own mother. She never used to be like this. She used to be so nice. It's almost as if the death of my dad changed her, like her heart went cold. She doesnt care about me anymore, she finds joy from hurting me, from hurting other people.
It didn't stop at one. It only took a few blows before I was on the floor. Then she had another weapon to use. Her feet. Of course she uses them until I can't take it anymore and I'm unconscious.
I wake up the next morning in the same place that I lost my consciousness. Of course she didn't move me, nor did she wake me up because she still isn't awake herself. Today, I'm going to see my idols. Manchester City play a local Derby against Machester United. I get up from where I was left and take myself to get a shower. My dad got me these tickets for Christmas, just before he passed. So I'm still going to go, no matter what. He got me 2 tickets. One for me and one for Alice. But since she started also being abusive I decided to go without her. I could take another friend, but the truth is, I don't have any other friends.
So I treck my way through Manchester alone. In my favourite man city shirt. It has my number on the back and "Stanway" because shes my favourite ever player. My number is 3 so that's the number on the back of my shirt.
My dad managed to get me the best seats possible, I have no idea how he managed to do this or how much he would have spent on this but he managed to get me seats right behind the subs bench. I just got here and I know the seat next to me is not going to be taken so I put down the picture of my dad that I carried with me in my bag. I want him to experience this with me. Even though I know he's only my adoptive dad and not a blood relative I still feel like he's the best thing in my life and like he was a real dad to me.
I don't know very much at all about my birth mother, I know that Skylar is my birth name but I don't know my birth surname so it's not like I can find her or anything. The only other thing I know is that my birth father was never in the picture so I don't have one. My adoptive father is all I have and he is so special to me.
To my surprise, after halftime someone asked to sit next to me. I was about to say no until I turned around and saw who it was. Only the best player in the whole team.
?- hey, is this seat taken?
Skylar- um yeah sorry.. *turns around* you know what, here let me just move my picture
?- who's in the picture?
Skylar- my dad, he passed away earlier this year. He got me these tickets so I wanted to bring him along with me
?- awe thats sweet, I'm sure he's here right now. I'm Lucy, whats your name
Skylar- I know.. I mean, hi Lucy, I'm Skylar
Lucy- nice to meet you Skylar
*Lucy POV*
It's half time now and I'm walking off the pitch and see her. The missing piece of my life.
When I was 16, I got pregnant, the dad found out and took off almost instantly, I never heard from him again. I had no financial support because I hadn't been recruited for football yet so I had no other choice but to put her into the system. It was the worst decision of my life. I've regretted it every day since.
As soon as I saw her, I knew. Its her. I'm getting subbed off for the second half so I decide to go sit by her. I have faith in the team, were already 2-0 up so me going to talk to my daughter won't be a problem.
The only clarification I need from her is her name. I insisted that when I gave her up she had to keep her name. I made sure it was a unique name so that when I found her, I would know. It was the only way I would be able to find her.
When I started talking to her she said the picture sat next to her was her dad who had passed away. This made me second guess things. Does she know that she's adopted? Have I got the right person?
But all of these worries go away when I ask her name. Instantly I know that I have the right person. I've finally found my daughter but I'm about to lose her all over again.
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My Missing Piece
Fanfictiona girl is getting abused. she's adopted but her parents are lovely. she doesnt know her real last name, she only knows her first name which apparently her birth mother insisted on her keeping. she has so many built up feelings that she doesnt kno...
