His girl

Chapter 1

Katie's POV

Another day in school. I'm just sitting here in class next to my BFF Stacey, taking down notes. Did I mention I love psychology? I've had an extremely rough past and currently, my situation is awful too so naturally I wanted to help other people. hence, the love for psychology. My boyfriend Adrian only knows about my mental illness. Yes, I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder 2. He has been nothing but supportive and has always been there for me. But he only knows a tiny part of my life, that's only the tip of the iceberg. The only one who knows everything is my bestie, Stacey, and that's because we have been neighbors for years so it was inevitable that she would eventually find out. She knows all about my "family" and my past. You'll understand why the quotation marks soon enough. 

I'm just deep in my thoughts until I hear my bestie saying "Earth to Katie" and I just chuckle and go back to paying attention to class. 2 hours later it's time for our lunch break. Stacey and I rushed to the canteen, wanting to see our boyfriends. Yes, sadly, they're in different courses. We both spotted our boyfriends and ran to them. Adrian embraced me in a tight hug. He feels like home. Adrian, being the absolute gentleman he was, asked "Love, let me go buy lunch for you. What do you wanna eat today?" I smiled at his thoughtful gesture and replied "I'd like the Chicken chop with french fries, please. Thank you, babe". 

We were soon joined by our other close friends, Emma and Ross. The 6 of us happily ate our lunch and cracked jokes that had me laughing and smiling. Something I wouldn't be getting as soon as I reach home. Everyone noticed my drastic change in mood as I was so consumed by all the negative thoughts of what could occur when I got home that I didn't even notice the tears gushing down my face. Out of concern, they all asked me if I was okay. They know me well enough to know about my mood swings since I had Bipolar Disorder. If only I could tell them everything, especially Adrian but I am just too scared. The way he looked at me with concern and gently pulled me onto his lap, just holding me and rubbing my back soothingly when he noticed me crying. This man is the one.

We went back to our respective classes and another 3 hours of lectures later, it was time to go home. The thing I dreaded most in this world, is going back to that hell hole. Adrian dropped Stacey and me to our neighborhood since he had a car. Stacey, as always, pleaded " Katie, you don't have to keep putting up with their abuse anymore, you can just come and live with me. I live with my Brother anyway, because we ran away from our own abusive family" I was genuinely touched by her sincerity but I couldn't live with her, my family could easily find me and I did not want to imagine the consequences of that so I just refused and took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly as if to say "I'll be fine". But was I trying to reassure her or myself? 

I can't call the police because trust me, I have tried, but when there is not much physical abuse, nothing much can be done by the police. And my parents have a way of putting up such a facade of innocence that no one could think they would be abusing me. Heck, even Adrian doesn't suspect a thing, and he's the most attentive person when it comes to me.

I walk into the house, steadying myself for any emotional or physical attack that comes my way. I take a deep breath. I enter the house to see my sister, well not much of one. She instantly starts to berate me, that too about my clothing. What can I say, she picked it up from our parents. They don't leave any stone unturned. It feels like they accomplish something by being ruthless. My sister tells me how I look like a complete slut in my outfit and how ugly I am. She also says that no guy would ever wanna be with me because I am so ugly. She went so far to say that Adrian is with me just for my body

My parents come and they start their round of insults. "Why are you so dumb", "Why can't your grades be like your sister's", and "We wish we never adopted you". Yes, you heard that right, I am adopted.