𐬽✧ A Taylor Swift Adoption Story ✧𐬽
❝I think you should come live with me...❞
A STORY IN WHICH...
a thirteen year old girl from New York is struggling to find her place in the world. That is, until the woman she has admired her whole life comes a...
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❝Well did you see the flares in the sky? Did you see the sparks, feel the hope? You are not alone, 'cause someone's out there Sending out flares...❞
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TW: mentions of an eating disorder
Wednesday 1st November, 2017
KIARA When I had gotten back to the group home last night, I basically cried myself to sleep. The whole way home, I apologised to my best friend for getting him into that mess. If he wasn't friends with me, if he had different friends, that wouldn't have happened. He deserves someone better than me. He wouldn't have been hurt if it wasn't for me.
When Levi picked us up, he instantly sensed that something had happened as Malakhi kept rubbing the back of his head and wincing every five seconds. Eventually he ended up questioning us, considering how we were definitely not as talkative as we were on the way to that neighbourhood. Malakhi, always being a person to let family members in on drama and arguments, didn't hesitate to tell his brother what had happened.
Before he dropped me off at home, the older boy had asked me, and I quote, 'do you want me to hunt them down and beat them all up?' Obviously I declined his offer, even though I knew he wasn't serious.
Right now, it was 6:12am. I had not gotten a good sleep at all for numerous reasons. One of the reasons being the inability to move without a sharp pain rushing through my body due to Gracie's kick to my ribs. Another being the fact that Malakhi might hate me now. I mean, why would he want to be friends with me after the shit that went down last night? He got hurt because of me. That friend group approached us because of me. That whole thing happened because of me.
I'm the whole reason he hurt his head. Obviously i'm not the one who pushed him, but he wouldn't have been pushed in the first place if it wasn't for me.
I was currently just lying in bed, blankly staring at the ceiling, trying my best not to move a lot to avoid that sharp pain. Today was the day that Louis and Julie would be back from wherever they've been. Nope, I still don't know where they've been. And no way was I going to ask Amanda. Knowing how she acts, she'd probably trash my room if I asked.
I still had around an hour before I would need to leave for school, and I most definitely wasn't going to be getting another minute of sleep.
After lying in bed for another half an hour, I eventually heard the front door slam shut, most likely being caused by Gracie and her friends leaving for school.
