Adopted (Spanking Fic)

Chapter 3

*Niall's POV*

I woke up pissed off about what happened yesterday. I can't believe he spanked me. But I'm scared to act up again.

I went downstairs and sat down on the couch, wincing. He noticed. Great.

"Hey buddy, come eat breakfast. There's cereal in the coubord."

"I'm not hungry." I said. He sighed. "Okay. But we need to go to the store so go wake up your brother." "He's not my brother." I said, getting up and going to Zayns room.

I walked in. "Zayn." He didn't wake up so I kind of shook him.

He groaned. "Um...We're going to the store. Wake up." With that, I walked out.

That was awkward.

I went back to the living room and watched TV.

"Niall, help me with the dishes." Liam said.

"No, I'm busy." I said, texting my friend.

He walked to the living room and took my phone.

"Hey!"

"Help me with the dishes and you can have it back. If not you can have a trip over my lap and then do the dishes and not get it back."

I huffed and helped him with the dishes.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn instead of just doing what I say the first time?" He asked.

"I don't follow rules." I said simply.

"Why?"

"I have a problem with authority and people telling me what to do."

He kind of nodded and finished the rest of the dishes.

"Why don't you and Zayn get along?"

"He's a bully. He bullied me every day at the orphanage."

"He's not going to do that here."

I just rolled my eyes.

"Nothings going to stop him."

And I was right. 

After we went shopping and Liam was in his office he kept picking on me.

He held the remote up high, knowing I'm too short to reach it. "Give it back! That's not fair!" I said. He laughed.

"Shouldn't you be taller at your age?" He said. I glared at him.

I jumped on the couch to reach it but he shoved me off.

I fell and hit my head on the counter. I started crying.

Yeah, I know, I'm a wimp. I just don't take pain really well.

"Stupid baby." He said, walking off.

Liam walked in and noticed me on the floor. 

"Oh my god, your arm is bleeding. What happened? Are you ok?"

"What?" I looked down at my hand. Blood was dripping down it. "Oh! No, I just fell. I'm fine." I stood up but got dizzy and sat down. "Let me see your arm." He said, trying to pull up my sleeve.

"N-no I'm fine, really."

"I didn't ask that. Let me see. You're bleeding."

He forced my hand away and lifted my sleeve, exposing my cuts.