Adopted by Joe Sugg and Caspar Lee

Chapter 5

As you can guys see... I haven't really been keeping up with my book. I'm actually in a new Fandom now.
Also, as you guys can see, I never took down this fan fiction. And apparently none of you want me to.
So a lot of you have been messaging me (which I am completely OK with) and asking me to write chapter five.
I'm sorry for hold up, but this chapter might not be as good as the ones I have done before.
Thank you guys for reading this. Bye the way, if you want to see my current fan page account it's called garnoot. It's actually a lot cooler than it sounds.
Chapter five ft. @toxicmukefeels

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Aaron's POV

When my eyes finally drift open, I see that I'm outside. The blinding light of the sun can't be mistaken for anything else.

I also find that somebody is carrying me in their arms. They're walking down an empty sidewalk.

I know this part of town. This is where nobody goes because thugs and drug dealers and gangs live on this street.

I look up and see Joe. What a shocker.

And as they walk farther and farther down the street, I begin to realize that I know exactly where they're taking me.

Some people call it the 'ice cream shop' or the 'toy store.'

However, I, for one, prefer to call it by it's miserable and unforgiving name.

The orphanage.

Ah yes, the orphanage, where you get ripped from any chances of having a real family.

Well, at least that's what I've heard. I've actually never been to an orphanage. I base my predictions on what I've heard on the street.

And trust me, I have been around.

Joe looks down at me with gentle eyes and his arms wrap around me protectively.

I've felt this feeling before, the feeling of comfort... and relief.

But something in my gut tells me that feeling's about to change drastically and quickly.

Usually I would not stand this and I would jump out of his arms immediately and race back to the park. But, to be completely honest, I kinda liked this feeling.

I wanted it to stay like this forever. I wanted to stay here, wrapped in his protective arms, smuggled into his chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat.

Only to be dropped and kicked into a building filled other girls like me that have nobody who loves them.

Actually, now that I think about it, it's not going to be much different than my current life.

"Is she awake yet?" I hear Caspar say, hushed.

I jumped in Joe's arms. "Shhhhh! She's rather stunned, after that drug you shot her with."

Suddenly I felt like I was going to throw up. That's why I'm feeling all these mixed emotions. These two idiots drugged me.

"Listen," Joe says, looking down at me. "I really didn't want to do that. Buy taking you to an orphanage will make your life ultimately better."

I look up at with a sarcastic face that should clearly express, 'how.'

"Well, you just gotta t-" suddenly all three of us must've jumped a few feet in the air. A loud crack had filled the air. A sound that I would've heard often if I was still back home.

Then devastating realization came flooding to me.

This is where my father comes to buy his alchohol.

Clinging to Joe, we turn around to see none other than my own dad.

He cracks his whip- or belt- again and smirks. "I've been looking for you, deary," he motions with his finger for me to come to him.

"Oh my god... please not today..." I whisper and cover my face with hands. And Joe had seemed to hear me.

He carefully balanced me on the sidewalk. "What do you mean? Do you know who this man is?"

I was about to answer but stopped as I see my father walk closer to me.

I back away from Joe and Caspar, and suddenly I get an idea. That I hope will work.

I bulge out my eyes and look somewhere behind my father. Then I fake a smile and scream and wave. "Police! Police!"

As I had hoped, my dad turned around to look behind him. Now the part I always dread.

As soon as he turns around, I bolt down the block and into an empty alley.

I sit behind a group of bushes and collaspe onto the ground, tears streaming down my cheeks.

How did it ever come to this? What did I ever do wrong?

Why does my dad like the feeling of me being torchered? I'm not sure of I can deal with this any longer.

"Are... are you okay?" I jump with a start as I hear a quiet voice ask me something.

I look up to see a small girl with brown hair, the ends of it dyed pink, and glimmering blue eyes.

I sigh before answering. "Yeah... yeah I'm fine. Thanks." I say and I rest my head in between my knees.

"You don't look okay," she says as she bends down. "I'm Emily. What's your name? Maybe we can be friends!"

I look up at her for a second and drop my head between my knees again.

"My name's Amberlyn."