adopted by taylor swift

Chapter 4

Olivia's POV:

Flashback

I was sitting at the dining table of my new foster house, the parents seemed nice for once as they cared about my academics; I was sitting with David my new foster parent who was making me solve some math problems. But after some time I got exhausted, I had gotten all of the answers correct and we had almost completed the entire book but I didn't want to make him mad. It was now 10 pm and I just wanted to sleep, as I was about to ask him but he went to his room, and he returned with another book. 

"start doing these questions'' he said

I just wanted to sleep but I nodded and started solving the problems, I got so sleepy that I wasn't even focusing on the problems. 
"Are you done?" David asked

I just nodded. David started checking my answers and after checking the first 5 he looked up at me with the reddest and angriest face I had ever seen.

"WHAT DID YOU DO YOU DUMB BITCH?!" he screamed. Before I could react he pushed me off the chair and kicked me so hard that I couldn't even breathe.

"ALL YOUR ANSWERS ARE FUCKING WRONG YOU IDIOT" he screamed with all his fury

"please stop"  I managed to say. He did not stop instead he lifted up the chair and just smashed it onto me.

end of flashback

I woke up gasping for air as I tried to press down my cuts to feel something but to my surprise they were bandaged up, OH NO no no no I was wearing some other shirt, shit had Taylor seen my cuts?

before i could rip off the bandages I heard Taylor's voice
"honey?"

shit

I bolted from the room and rushed downstairs, I sat up against a wall in the corner rocking myself back and forth. I knew Taylor was gonna come any second and hit me I just knew it

"Olivia?" she said.

I did not reply and just move as far away as I could while sobbing.

She came up to and she lifted her arms. I knew what was going to happen all too well 

but boy was I wrong. Instead she wrapped her hands around me as I flinched and started trying to get away from her and thrashing instinctively. 

"shh shh its me honey, it Taylor" she cooed.

But I was in my own daze I started breaking down and trying to get away from her and begging her to not hit me.'

"please no please" I begged as I was sobbing.

Taylor didn't understand what I meant and started rubbing my back in an attempt to calm me down.

I wasn't able to breathe now and had dots appearing in my vision. When suddenly Taylor held me really close to her and said

"Olivia I need you breathe sweetie" she spoke gently, I tried to follow her breathing but I couldn't.

"I cant!" I said between sobs.

"calm down sweetie you are safe with me" Taylor was rubbing my back and she had pulled me so close that I was practically on her lap.

after sometime I was able to calm down enough that I was able to breathe normally, but I was still whimpering and trying to get away from Taylor but she held me close.

"sweetie I wont let you go, its late at night lets sleep and we will talk about this tomorrow" she spoke very gently.

I wanted to protest but words couldn't escape my mouth so I just gave up. I was about to get up when Taylor just carried me, I tried getting away but she held me firmly yet gently.

"sweetie you need some comfort right now that's why I am holding you" she cooed but I did not listen.

I was trying my best to escape her grip but I couldn't; after sometime we reached her room and she set me down on the bed and laid beside me, holding me close.

She  draped some blankets over us both and held me close to her. I wanted to protest and get away from her knowing that she would hit me but before I could exhaustion got the better of me and I ended up falling asleep.

Taylor's POV:

I had slept still concerned for the girl when I heard gasps of air and whimpers, I remembered that this was Olivia and tried to call for her but she bolted downstairs, I found her in a corner rocking herself and I tried to get close to her but she moved as far away shit did she think I was going to hit her. She was having a really bad panic attack so I tried to help her, after some time she was able to breathe normally but was still squirming under my grip, I carried her upstairs and she was so exhausted that she just fell asleep.

My heart aches for this poor girl, the amount of abuse she must have had to endure to think that every physical touch is abusive. I just hope she gets better..

A/N

hello hello got done with another chapter and I know the chapters are short but I cant help it, feel free to give any suggestions u want <3