Adopted By One Direction

Chapter 16 My Daughter Angelica

[AN: So I got back from vacation, and I am feeling just emotionally awful. It’s a long story, but simply put; my job sucks. That’s where this idea came from. It’s my way of getting out my frustrations without breaking all my nice things.

[ANNABELLE’S POV]

I cannot believe I just did that.

I have never done something like that before.

But she did kind of deserve it.

We had just walked down the stairs to greet the boys. My focus had been on my sweet boyfriend until she appeared speaking up.

If I could I would go back in time and just focus on Liam. Just block her out somehow.

But I couldn’t. She was there, and I reacted. Stupid Perrie. Why was she there anyway? Couldn’t she have met Zayn at the awards?

But no. She had to be there. In my house.

“Anna! Open the door Anna! Please,” I heard Liam plead as he banged on my bedroom door. I ignored him just as I had been for the last twenty minutes. If she had just kept quiet maybe I would have been just fine.

Oh my God,” Perrie had breathed out staring at Angie and me. “I thought you were joking when you said she was coming. Shouldn’t you leave the children at home Louis?”

I had just snapped. Her words took me back to all of my father’s past girlfriends and wives. All those women that had seen me as only an obstacle to their happiness. Women who didn’t want a family. Or at least not me.

I don’t regret what I did. Though I do regret the severity of my actions.

I jumped on top of her.

I jumped on top of her and started punching. I could hear screaming and shouts around me, but I couldn’t stop.

Perrie was my friend, and I had bloodied her nose and lips because of one small comment.

Okay, maybe not my friend, but I had no grudges against Perrie. We had been nothing but friendly. It had taken Liam, Harry, and Niall to pull me off of her. I suspect Louis would have helped if he hadn’t been clutching a terrified and sobbing Angelica. And Zayn? He just stood there watching. It was like we were a car crash he was driving past on the road.

“ANNABELLE! JANINE! HUNTER!” Liam shouted to my door. I leaned my back against the cold wood of the door and glimpsed my outfit for the first time. A strap on my pretty dress had been torn. Half my hair was pulled wildly askew, and my bracelet had broken off and hung from a piece of torn fabric on my dress. “OPEN THIS DOOR!!!”

“Go away Liam,” I weakly gasped out horrified by my own image. How had I become this person who solved her problems with her fists? I could have pulled Perrie aside. I could have talked to her and told her…what? No. Perrie deserved retribution for that bitchy move. Not physical retribution, but something.

“I am not going away,” Liam pouted continuing to knock on the door. “Zayn is cleaning up Perrie, and then I want you to apologize to her for what you did. Then we are all going to the Brits, and we are going to have a fantastic time!” I had to hold in a giggle at his attitude. He sounded like me when I was tired of the lads fighting about stupid shit. Then I realized he wanted me to apologize to Perrie.

“No way in hell am I apologizing!” I screamed as I opened the door surprised to find Liam gone. In his place was Zayn. “Shouldn’t you be cleaning up your girlfriend?”

“She’s next door apologizing to Angelica for what she said,” Zayn replied. “Has anyone ever told you that you have a mean right hook?” I sighed and moved back to sit on my bed leaving the door open. He took it as invitation and let himself into my bedroom. “What Perrie said was stupid and thoughtless.”