Taylors POV
I don't wanna be hewre. Dis pwace is scarry. Why did mommy do dis to me? Why did she has to makes me bes hewre? Mommy said that it was cause of daddy. Daddy hwurt me and mommy. Mommy is vewry pwetty. She had bwonde haiwr, fairwr skin, and hazwel eyes! I wook wike hwer. She was vewry nice. Daddy wasn't.
Ms.Payton came in and twook me to a bwig woom wif 6 chawirs. She put Mwe down in one of dem and told mwe not to move. I didn't want wher to hwurt me so I stayded put. After she left 5 scarry looking men came in the room. There gonna hurt me!! I began crying uncontrollably. The one wif curwly hair came closer, I cryed harder. "Shh Love, were not going to hurt you." I like the one wif curly hair. I streached my arms up and he picked me up.
"Wats your names?" I asked while playing wit his hair. "I'm Harry," the curly haired one said, "That's Louis, your dad," he said pointing at the one that was tipping in his chaiwr. "Dadda?" I asked. "Mhm!" Hawrry said. "That's Liam," he said pointing to one wif hazwel eyes. "He wooks wike my mommy.." I whispered in Hawrrys ear. He giggled and continued. " that's Zayn, " he said pointing to the man wif blwack hair, he scares me. "And that's Niall." Harry said pointing to a boy wif pretty blue eyes. "Otay.." I said and rubbed my eyes. "Aww, is some one tired?" Niwall said. I like dem, cept Zwayn. He wook wike... Daddy. I begin to cry again. Louis takes me and rocks me. "I wuv you dadda." I fell asleep in his arms.
