Azalea

Hey, quick question. WHAT THE FUCK?

Dads pov~

as we walk into the office of Mr Daniels, i hear the obnoxious screech of the assistants voice. 

"will Azalea Nevaeh Willson please come to the office"

bitch. it should be Costa

a few minutes of waiting and the door kicks open. holy shit.

i see a short little girl with dark hair walk passed and sit down infront of the principle. 

i see her hands moving but she doesn't say anything. 

her hands fall to the sides and the principle sighs and says " for the last time, its Mr Daniels to you Azalea" 

she didn't say anything?

her hand moves again and Mr Daniels eyes flick up to mine before he looks back at my baby girl and says 

"i'll explain that in a minute sweety" he sighs but continues. "i'm not sure how to put this delicately but Azalea, your foster parents, they um, they got in a crash this morning. They where dead before paramedics arrived"

she looks down at her hands and her body starts to shake slightly. she's crying. she's crying over the mother fuckers that kept her away from us.

the Assistant, Mrs. Wilde I believe, walks in and hugs Azalea. how i wish it was me hugging my little girl. 

before long she tips her head back and..... smiles?

"this must just be the shock" Mrs. Wilde says to the principle before she reaches across and grabs my daughters hand.

"as you have no living relatives" Mr. Daniels says, as though we arent standing right infront of him. "the police ran a DNA test on you. they found your birth father"

at hearing this, her head snaps up and looks at the principle. i clear my throat causing her to turn and look at me, standing from her chair.

she looks at each of us before i say "my name is marchiovati, you can call me mark. i am your father, these are your eldest brothers" i say

she looks at each of us again and nods, thats it, she nods?

"uhh, whats your name?" i say nervously. i already know her name, i know everything about her.

instead of replying she looks at Mrs Wilde, who clears her throat "this is Azalea Nevaeh Willson" she says before putting a hand on my. daughters. shoulder.

how i want to walk over there and rip that arm from her body.

i look at her other arm and its in a sling. i will murder the person who caused my only daughter any harm. before i can ask, my eldest son growls and asks "What happened to her arm"

we all look at her for a response before she sighs and looks at mrs wilde and uses, sign language?

"she tripped down the stairs this morning" she says. i'm still focused on m daughter as she turns to the principle before walking passed us and out the door.

i don't miss her walking into the younger of the two brothers, hitting his shoulder as she walks passed, causing him to stumble backwards.

confused, we follow her out the door and down the hallway before she opens what i assume is her locker, and pulls a few textbooks into her bag. Advanced math, Phycology and a college level business course. 

she must be smart.

"We can follow you to your house, so you can get your stuff, or we can drive you" i say when she turns and looks at us

she doesn't respond, she reaches into her pocket and holds up a set of keys and walks passed us.

my face drops when she doesn't respond.

we walk outside and see her standing at an expensive bike. how the fuck does she afford that!

 the youngest of the two brothers runs up to her and starts talking. i turn to my eldest son,

"don't you think its weird that she hasn't spoken yet?" i question

"she isn't deaf and her file doesn't say anything about it"

"yes it's weird" i say.

i feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around to see my beautiful daughter. from this angle i can see her eyes, they dont match anyone elses but they are beautiful none the less.

she holds up her phone and shows me an address. before climbing into the backseat. i guess she's riding with us.

i look at my son and he shrugs climbing into the passenger seat. i turn to my youngest son who is climbing onto her bike excitedly. 

i sigh and climb into the drivers seat and start my way towards the address she showed me.

Devan (second oldest) POV~

her bike is fucking AWESOME! 

i love my sister already, threats aside. 

SHE HAS A MOTORBIKE!! 

she shouldn't be allowed to ride this! she should be in a car with a seatbelt on.

we pull up to a house and she gets out. i turn the bike off and grab the helmet, walking up the steps to the house, i grab her hand before she can shut the door. i don't miss the way she flinches at the contact. she glares at me before looking over my shoulder and pulling me inside.

she slams the door and pushes me onto the couch before grabbing my hand and using her finger to write. 

S.T.A.Y. H.E.R.E.

after she finishes she looks me in the eyes. "you can't talk can you" i ask her.

she looks down but before i can apologize for over stepping she looks up and points to her throat.

jesus christ 

the scar goes across her throat and down below her shirt.

was that. was that because of us?

before i can spiral any deeper she holds a finger to her lips in the shushing motion.

"i won't tell anyone until your ready, promise" i say.

she looks at me and smiles. my goodness her smile is beautiful.

i follow her movements as she walks upstairs.

i hear her moving around upstairs, but i stay on the couch. i mean she told me to and her glare and, her threats. dude she's fucking scary.

short chapter but let me know what your thinking?