Daddy?

Chap.11

QOTC: Who is your favourite member of One Direction?
AOTC: NARRY. Me, myself, and I, physically, mentally, and emotionally, cannot pick between Harry and Niall.

GOAL: 150 votes - 80 comments
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Emmy's POV
[Have fun with this chapter. Please don't hate me;) ]

I jolted awake, a scream leaving my mouth. Wildly gasping, I sat up trying to regain composure. My chest heaved up and down, awaking from the recent nightmare I had just experienced. The room was partially dark, the small nightlight in the corner dimming the walls softly.
My fists grazed my eyes, rubbing away at the sleep. The blankets and toys around me, piling around.

I've had nightmares before. Just not like this. Not to the extreme that they pull me out of my headspace.

They were there. It's when they took me. Everything was happy and normal; then it went black. I was back here, abducted by the people who I love and fear the most. My brother, my sister. They were hurt. I couldn't look away. They were beaten to death.

Tears plummeted down my face and the door swung open, revealing a worried looking Liam.

"Emmy, baby are you okay?" His face was filled with worry and I scooted back as his hands reached towards me.

"No. Don't touch me," I whimpered, pulling my knees to my chest.

I almost felt a pang a guilt rush through me at the sight of Liam's face once I said that. But especially after that dream, I wasn't really wanting to be near them at the moment.
His reaction was so extreme most likely because I've refused to be near them and I'm out of my headspace. I've never gotten out of my headspace before unless the boys have helped me.

Yet, now, I never really had a headspace anymore. Because I had been in one for so long, now, when I come out, I'm so used to certain things that it's just who I am now. I have to use a pull up when I'm out and I can't talk certain ways or comprehend certain meanings. I probably won't ever be the same again.

"Emma, what's wrong? Why are you out of your headspace," Liam asked, pulling down the side of the crib, trying to get near me.

I let out a cry of protest as he attempted picking me up, quickly pulling away.

"Liam? What's wrong?" Louis poked his head through the door, obviously just waking up.

It was only 7am so they would have woken up in an hour anyways.

He looked back and forth from me to Louis, letting out a sigh. I watched as he walked over, mumbling a few words to him. Louis' face dropped, concern starting to show through.

"What?" I managed to pick up Louis saying. Obviously, he was baffled at the situation.

My head shook when he made his way towards me. "Emmy, what's wrong, bug?" I fussed as he reached towards me, mumbling a small 'no'.
"Why are you a big girl, baby?"

My eyes stayed on the bed, leaning into the corner of the crib. I stayed quite, not wanting to talk about the situation.
They took me. I was stupid and followed what they wanted. Yes, I love it now; but I want to see my family. I miss my brother and sisters. They hurt them. It was only a dream- but they still hurt them. They hurt me.