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

Chapter thirty two~ Fly to Freedom-

Hey guys! 

Sorry this is a little bit late! 

It's finals week  and regents week and ive been studying my head off :/ 

I honestly didn't even know i went past my amount of reads that i said i'd update at until today! 

I should have checked, but ive been really busy with studying. 

Sorry again guys! 

Enjoy anyways! 

Lot's of love,

-Marisa

Emily's P.O.V.

My breath hitched in my throat as two delicate fingers brushed across my cheek. 

I finched away, "W-what are you doing?" 

Blake chuckled, and looked away from me, shaking his head in amusement, a small smirk fitted into his lips. 

I watched his with wide eyes, my chest going up and down as my breathing increased. 

As soon as i felt his gaze turn back to me, i quickly fixed my eyes elsewhere. 

I felt the bed dip down as he sat next to me, a rough hand grabbing onto my delicate jaw, and cranning my face up to force me to look into his mishevious eyes. 

Replacing the smirk was now a grim and slightly annoyed grimace, "Don't look away from me." He growled out. 

Surprised and scared by his unusal request, i nodded quickly, hoping his fingers would leave my face. 

Thankfully, they did. 

As his grip left me, i rubbed at the area where his fingers had pressed into my skin, knowing exactly where they had come in contact, almost as if he had burned an imprint into me, and i felt the overwhelming urge to take not one, but five showers just to cleanse myself due only to the mere moment where he had let his own body touch mine in a way that wasn't to just hurt me. 

Yes, his grip was a little bit tight, but he had never touched me in a way that wasn't completely cruel or painful, no one really had, besides the boys. 

"Now," He continued, his voice patrazing, "it's quite dark, i was about to head off to bed. So, you are going to climb to lie back down like a good girl and get some sleep. Understood?" 

I nodded quickly, eager not to anger him, knowing exactly how he acted when he was. Normal Blake was bad enough, angry Blake was hell. And although he had been a bit harsh since i've woken here, it still fades in comparison to how rough and tempermental he's been with me in the past. 

He smirked faintly, pleased i gave in so quickly. That was the one thing i could control when it came to him. He loved when people were submissive. He was the dominant, that was always the key. No one could question him or his actions. No one could fight back or struggle or it'd only turn out worse for them. Somehow, his power seemed to grow with his anger, his strength trippling. When i resisted or back talked him, i always ended up more bruised and broken then i would have been originally. It was just how he worked.

I let out a strangeled gasp as his lips brushed against my forehead. I looked up at him in shock, eye wide and filled with utter terror. He smirk never flattered, even at my obviously distressed expression, he continued to pretend be oblivious. He pulled back slowly, getting off the bed and rising intimidatingly to his feet so that he towered over me. 

My eyes followed him, never once leaving his menacing frame. My breathing a bit more quick, still taken off guard and frantic to his actions. 

Never once had he ever shown me any type of compassion nor affection. It was something unheard of when it came to the dark boy, never had he shown kindness, at all.