Hey Pancakes! Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I have had a really busy week and I was sick. So anyways, hope you enjoy this next part. It's short I know but there will be a longer chapter coming in the near future.
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As I sat in my room staring out of the window I hear the doorbell ring through the house. I just ignored it because it was not of any importance to me, the ring of the doorbell never was. I picked up my guitar and started strumming the cords to For the Love of a Daughter by Demi Lovato. This song to me, was the sound track of my life. How could a song such as this, be right about my whole life?
Four years old with my back to the door
All I could hear was the family war
Your selfish hands always expecting more
Am I your child or just a charity award?
You have a hollowed out heart
But it's heavy in your chest
I try so hard to fight it but it's hopeless
Hopeless, you're hopeless
Oh, father, please, father
I'd love to leave you alone
But I can't let you go
Oh, father, please, father
Put the bottle down
For the love of a daughter
Oh
A tear started to escape my eye as I was singing, but I didn't really care. The lyrics felt so right when I sang them. I always get so into the song, this time so into it that I didn't even realise that the door had opened and there was a family watching my put all of my heart into the song lyrics.
It's been five years since we've spoken last
And you can't take back
What we never had
Oh, I can be manipulated
Only so many times,
Before even "I love you"
Starts to sound like a lie
You have a hollowed out heart
But it's heavy in your chest
I try so hard to fight it but it's hopeless
Hopeless, you're hopeless
Oh, father, please, father
I'd love to leave you alone
But I can't let you go
Oh, father, please, father
Put the bottle down
For the love of a daughter
Don't you remember I'm your baby girl?
How could you push me out of your world,
Lied to your flesh and your blood,
Put your hands on the ones that you swore you loved?
Don't you remember I'm your baby girl?
How could you throw me right out of your world?
So young when the pain had begun
Now forever afraid of being loved
Oh, father, please, father
I'd love to leave you alone
But I can't let you go
Oh, father, please, father
Oh, father, please, father
Put the bottle down
For the love of a daughter
For the love of a daughter
As I finished the last note in the song I heard applause coming from behind me. I quickly wiped my eyes before turning around seeing a family standing behind me, with tears in their eyes. I saw a older woman behind me with two boys next to her. One of the boys had blondish-brunette hair and looked about a year or two older than me. For some reason he looked very familiar but I could not figure out why.
"Hello," the woman started coming closer to me. I just backed away as far as I could. "Don't be afraid. We are not hear to hurt you. My name is Maura Gallagher and these two boys here are my sons Greg Horan and Niall Horan. You have a very pretty singing voice." She continued. I just tried my best to stay away.
"Please don't be afraid," said the boy that she pointed out as Niall. "We are not here to hurt you. we are here to adopt you." And with that final sentence, the world started spinning and faded to black, but I quickly snapped out of it and just focused my attention on the people in front of me.
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-Jessie :p
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