The Perfect Home

Dawson

Whoever this girl my parents decided to adopt, better not be a problem. I have enjoyed my peaceful life with my brother. Matt literally made the whole adopted thing so easy. It had only been a couple of months with the Coppers, but they knew I probably needed it. Andrew and Mila that it. It's still hard for me to except that I have parents who care. Weird.

I walked down stairs with a cold expression on my face. Andrew told me to play nice with her. That she had been through so much. I didn't care. She was probably just a spoiled brat her parents didn't want to deal with.

"Hey honey," Mila said as I grabbed a piece of toast from the marble platter that sat on our granite counter.

"When is she coming?" I grumbled. Mila gave me a stern look.

"She's on her way right now," She looked up to me from her coffee. "And fix your face." I let my glare soften. Andrew walked in with a worried look.

"What's going on?" Mila asked, concern lacing her face.

"I just got a file on the girl's past, she's only been through one home, and she was there for a while. But then, they gave her up. Her brother used to abuse her after her parents died." My heart dropped. Maybe she wasn't so entitled.

"What's her name?" I asked.

"Bailey," Andrew said as he made his coffee.

This changed everything.

A little while was an understatement. The girl didn't arrive until 12:00 am at night. I though about staying up to see her. But I had school the next day and didn't bother. I threw on some basketball shorts and took off my shirt. I heard the doorbell ring. Someone ran to the door to open it. A lot of chattering went on. I got curious, I got out of my bed and walked down our dark wood stairs. Shirt still off.

"DAWSON! Did you not have the decency to put on a shirt?" Mila yelled at me

"Sorry," I mumbled. I looked up. A older women stood in front of me. Her gray hair pulled in a tight bun. She stood tall in her business suit.

"Ah, Mr. Dawson, it's lovely to meet you," Her crisp voice boomed. "My name is Michelle."

"Nice to meet you" I said. She moved aside. "I'd like to introduce you to Bailey, Behind her stood a beautiful petite little lady with course black hair and scared brown eyes, her skin a beautiful tan. She was simply stunning. I insistently was drawn to her. I walked close to her.

"Hello," I whispered to her. I let my hand travel to shake hers. She flinched. I frowned.

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry I d-d-didn't mean to I-I s-swear," she whispered. My eyes traveled to her arm. Bruises filled the empty space.

"Who did this to you?" I said.

She looked down. Almost ashamed. Still quiet. She stared at me. Her eyes traveling down my chest. Her breath catches. Her mouth layed open.

I smirked. She glared at me instead.. "Well, I best be going." Michelle said. She gave Bailey a quick hug, mind was starting to get tired of me. I was exhausted. I looked at Bailey. She herself looked tired. Well duh. Bailey had been in a car all day.

"Here I'll show you to your room," I told her as I began to walk up the stairs.

"Oh honey! Look at you being so nice!" Mila squealed.

I rolled my eyes. "Mila, which room is she staying in?"

"The fifth guestroom." She replied.

Well to the fifth guestroom we go