Mary Beth's pov
"We need to talk when you get dressed" Zayn says to me handing me my clothes. I wonder what we need to talk about we had a good day just hanging out and now he sounds pretty pissed off but what ever. I pulled on my clothes and opens the door preparing what he had in store for me.
I walk out of the bathroom to see Zayn sitting on the bed looking down at something. I run and jump on the bed trying to lighten the mood a little but nothing Zayn just say there. I crawl under the covers and I clear my throat to get his attention and he jumps.
"So you wanted to talk about something" I say "yeah I did" he says crawling up beside me
"I wanted to ask you why you have this razor" he says holding up my blood stained razor
"Where did you get that" I say trying to remain calm
"It fell out of your clothes when I went to get our sweatpants and shirt" he says "Mary Beth are you cutting yourself" he says looking down at his hands and i can tell he's trying to hold back his tears.
"Look, dad, I did cut but since I've been with you I've stopped it was hiding at the bottom of the drawer just calling my name but I knew if I started again you would find out and you would be heart broken and I know I have only been with you for a while but I think your the best dad on the planet" I say grabbing his hand into mine.
"Thanks princess, but if you stopped then why did you bring it on tour?" He asks looking up at me "I brung it because when we went to the amusement park back home your fans started calling me names and I know there just names but my past parents used to call me those names so it just brought back a lot of memories which Made me want to cut" I say
"Oh, Mary Beth what do you mean by past parents you didn't tell me you were adopted before did you not tell me your full story back home" he says confused "no i made that whole story up on the spot and well yeah I've been adopted three times before you but they were only half the problem" I say but Zayn still looks confused
"What else happens that I don't know about" he asks "the boys at the orphanage used to do bad thing to me and when I told mrs. Backster she just hit me and called me a attention seeking whore" I say and tears starting to roll off my cheeks
"Oh, baby girl you have to tell me these things so I can help you get better and not cut okay you have to tell me these things" Zayn says, I look up at him and it looks like he's about to cry as well, "okay but what are we going to do with the fans I can try to ignore it but that might not work" I say
"Me or one of the other boys will carry you when there's a large amount of fans, okay?" He says "okay, can I go to sleep now I'm really tired" I say starting to lay down "yeah" Zayn says and lays down next to me after turning the bedside table light out. Zayn pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead,
"Good night princess"
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Recovery NOT FINISHING
FanfictionA 13 year old girl named Mary Beth, she's an orphan that suffers throw a terrible past, but will it all change when she gets adopted or will it just get worse?
