Adopted By One Direction [Completed]

Ch. 1

Lili:

I was so terrified. I hate yelling. I hate arguing. I hate mean people. I hate it all. I wish everyone could just be happy. Why won't they just be happy?

I like being happy. But my father says I don't deserve to be happy. He's not happy and he says I'm the reason. He says I ruined his marriage with Mommy.

But that's not fair. I'm eight. I didn't choose to be born. He chose to make me. I wish he wouldn't blame me.

Mommy says not to listen to him. She says she loves me very much. She makes me happy, her and Tiger Lily. My mom says I love them because they are nice to me.

Daddy is not nice. He's mean to my mom. He says rude things that I don't wanna repeat. He does rude things like hitting her.

One time he did something bad. Really, really bad. He made her cry. He didn't it in front of me. Tiger was asleep in her crib because she's only one. But I was forced to watch.

He had pulled down her panties from underneath her long dress. Then he pulled down his own pants and forced her on him. He made these weird noises.

I couldn't move because he had forced me to cut myself and I was bleeding. My thighs were torn up and the crimson color pooled underneath me. I could only imagine my back.

He whipped me before Mommy got home. She was furious and they argued. I didn't like that so I ask them to stop.

"Just go cut yourself, Freak!" He pointed at the razor on the table. I frowned but nodded nonetheless. Slowly, I walked over. My small hands trembled as I grasped the metal and sat down.

I listened to the two argue while cutting my thighs. I felt extremely sad but didn't know what to do. So I hoped for the best like always.

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Two years later.

I smiled and giggled, running to a hiding place. My three year old sister was counting horribly but I didn't care.

Daddy wasn't home. Mommy let us play around as she cleaned. Her hands were bloody from cleaning up broken glass.

I didn't want to be sad too so I started play with Tiger. It helped me forget how sad I was. I don't like being sad.

Tiger could never find me so we switched roles. I've been teaching her how to hide from Daddy. She needs to know all the good hiding places because one day he'll start on her. It makes me upset.

My little sister is so cute. Her baby skin was soft. I wish I had skin like that. But now my skin is teared up and red from scrubbing so much pain away.

I wanna protect her like Mommy tries to do for me. But I want to actually succeed. No offence to my mom. She goes through so much for us.

Those two deserve better. I don't. I know that. But they should be living like all those girls on TV! They should have a big house! Mommy should have a nice husband.

I would stay with Daddy forever if it meant they could live a better life.

Tiger fell and scrapped her knee. She was crying really bad but I wanted to give Mommy her peace and quite. So I just carried Tiger up to the bathroom and cleaned her up.

Then I put her to bed before Daddy came home. He should be here any moment. I know Mommy hasn't finished cleaning like she's supposed to so I go down and help her.

All we have left is the bathroom in their room. But Daddy comes home before then. He's carrying beer in his hand and some groceries in the other.

He looks angry when he goes in his room. When he comes back out it's worse. His face is red, veins popping out.