Adopted... by THEM?! (A One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Twenty Eight~ As if He was the Same Man-

Emily's P.O.V.

FLASHBACK:

"No! Mom! Katie!" I screamed, throwing myself at their limp bodys.

"Please!" I screamed, shaking them. 

Their glassy eyes stared up at me expressionless. I touched Katies hand and found it cold. A tear rolled down her face. Mom was half on top of her as if she was trying to sheild her. They were both covered in blood. So much blood. I could practically taste the metalic rustic tinge i knew it had. I shook my mothers shoulders.

"Mom! No!" I cried, tears clouding my vision. I desperateky wiped them away.

It couldn't be! It wasn't possible! They'd wake up any moment and laugh, saying it was only a joke. But it never happened.

I heard footsteos behind me and saw him standing there, a bloody dagger in his hand. I glared at him and stood to my feet.

"How could you?!" I screamed.

He smiled and launched himself at me, gasping, i threw myself out of the way, banging harshly against the wall. 

I stared up at him with wide eyes, my once gentle father sneering down at me. 

Whimpering, i brought my knees to my chin and wrapped my arms around them tightly, as if i were trying to protect myself, though the 'protection'' i thought i had was nearly non-existent. 

Menacingly, he stalked forwards and kneed down next to me, laughing bitterly, the reeking stench of alcohol fresh in his breath. The stubble around his face enhancing his smirk. His warm green eyes that had once reminded me of Summer, now dark, nearly to the point where they seemed almost black like the bottom of an abandoned swamp. 

Harshly, he reached forward with bloody fingers, and grabbed my jaw in his rough hand. His face was so clear despite the tears that rolled down my cheeks. 

He crackled as he assessed me and began speaking with little patience, "Listen here you little brat, don't you dare ever speak of this to anyone. Ever." His tight grip forced me to look in the direction of the bloody and nearly unrecognizable corpses, "If anyone asks, your mother took your sister and left. Understood?" 

With wide eyes, i forced myself to nod, although the only thing i felt as if i could do was vomit. The smell of decaying flesh mixing in with the rusty stench of blood. The thought that my family was lying dead next to me. The man i had thought was a loving father; a murderer. 

I saw the hand flying before i felt the pain, but when i did, it was white hot and burning. My vision went out of focus as i gasped and gripped my cheek. 

"I said, 'Do you understand?'." He repeated harshly.

I nodded, "Y-yes sir. I-i u-understand." I stuttered out, disgusted and terrified. 

His smirk grew, "Things are going to change drastically around here girl. You might think it's okay to act the way you do, but as of now, it's not." He laughed bitterly, "You can blame your wretched mother for this, i should have seen the signs." He scoffs, "Is it my fault?!" His laugh turned more menic, more crazy, because that's what he was, psycho. "No. It's not. I should have set her straight in place from the beginning!" His laughter dies down, "But no matter. No matter. Now," His smirk grows, "I can start over. With you. Now, i'm laying down the laws Emily." 

I didn't understand what he meant. Parts made some sense... but a lot of it was just a whole lot of shit. That was to be expected though, wasn't it? Under the circumstances... i mean he was a psychopath, a manic.