(A/N - hey guys. Yes its me. I know its been a while. I think almost a year. Wow. Thank you all for reading my story. Yes, I understand its not really good and the plot is bad but I plan on fixing it as the chapters go on. Anyway thank you guys. Ily.)
Emme's P.O.V
My dad was in the hospital. I walked in on him cutting his wrists and bleeding everywhere. I couldn't get the sight out of my head. I wanted to sit there and cry, cry, cry and cry even more.
I had so many questions.
Why did he cut?
How long has he been cutting?
Is he depressed?
Does he regret adopting me?
Is that why he is depressed, me?
My dad almost took his life tonight. I'm so glad he's okay.
"Emmelyn, come here hun," Connor said. "He is coming home tomorrow. Let's get some sleep."
I nodded.
Connor drove me home. I wanted to go home and sleep. At the moment I had no emotions. I wasnt tired, I wasn't hungry, I just wanted to go home and sleep.
Ricky's P.O.V
I looked at my wrists. There were so many cuts. 6 months of cutting my wrists. My daughter saved my life. But she still saw me. She will never be able to get that sight out of her head. Again, I failed as a father.
What if she didn't walk in on me? I wouldn't be here. I would be dead. I wouldn't be breathing. I wouldnt watch her grow up. I'm so thankful she found me.
I need to talk to her tomorrow. She definitely needs to talk. Maybe she won't wanna talk with me, but maybe she will talk with the boys. Maybe.
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Adopted By Our2ndLife
FanfictionBeing left on the streets in front of an adoption place is not how I hoped for my life to happen. But it did. And I have to deal with it. I'm Emme. I'm 13 and I live at an adoption center since I was 3. Do I like it? Only because my best friend/sist...
