Adopted By... HIM!

Chapter 2

(Blake's P.O.V.)

We finally got everything inside the room. It took a little bit, they kept dropping my stuff, thats why i carried my camera stuff.

"Ok, so Simon said we can stay for another month, but will have to work a couple extra hours when we get back to London." Liam said

"Simon? Simon who?" I asked confused

"Simon Cowell. Our, well i don't know what to call him." Harry said. And all i did was make on 'o' shape with my mouth.

I've tried not making any contact with him whatsoever. I don't want him touching me, talking to me, or even looking at me. I might sound crazy, but after what he did to me, i have a a reason. I still hate him for that. I don't think i will ever be able to forgive him for what he did.

"So Blake, i was thinking, if you could show me around town tommorrow." Harry says very flirtatious. Did i just say flirtatious? Wow, big word Blake! High five! *mental high five*

"Harry, i have school tomorrow, and i don't wanna be alone with you. I don't wanna be hurt again." I said the last part under my breath.

"What was that?" He asked

"Nothing. Where am i sleeping?" I ask. They are two people to a room, so i don't know what place i'm sleeping

"You can stay here. Because your stuff is already in my room, no point in moving it. Plus i'm by myself so it will just be the two of us, that way you don't have anyone bothering you at night." Great, just great. Stuck in the same room with him for the next month, then the same house until i go off to college. Then i will see him everywhere i go. My life sucks!

"Okay, where is the bathroom? I'm going to unpack some of my stuff." Harry points down the hall. "Thanks"

I grab my bag, the one that has my knife, and head off.

I grab the knife and make one light cut into my wrist. It hurt, but not as much as he hurt me. I make one more cut before someone tried to get in.

"Can i help you?" I ask

"Ya, you grabbed the wrong bag" Niall said "What were you doing?"

"Going to the bathroom" i say quickly covering up "be out in a minute" i flush the toilet. And 'wash my hands' by that i mean wash the blood off.

Crap! I don't have any makeup to cover it. This might be hard to hide. How the hell am i supposed to get my luggage in here, and hide my wrists! Ummmm, i could have one of them bring it to me.

"Hey Louis,"

"Ya"

Can you bring me my bag? It's too heavy."

"You get it. You have two arms and two legs."

"Niall! Bring me my bags! Pweeeeze! Do it for me?" I say putting on my pouty face "Louis is being an ass."

"Ya sure"

Well that was easier than expected.

"I'm not an arse, just cause mine is bigger than yours, doesn't mean i am one." Louis says to me

"I highly doubt that." I say. There is no way a guy has a bigger ass than me

"Okay, wanna bet?"

"Sure. Loser has to take the other one for lunch tomorrow."

"You have a bet. Who is judging?"

"We all will" Zayn says

"Okay. Louis stand next to me, and everyone else stand behind us." I say

(About 15 seconds later)

"So who one?" I ask eagerly

"Louis" they all say at once

"What can i say. I put the ass in sass" Louis says proudly

"What!? I'm going into the bathroom to look, Louis you come too." I say grabbing his wrist and pulling him into the bathroom. Hey, my suit case is in here. Ya!

"How could this be happening!? Your ass is bigger than mine" i say

"Why is there blood on your wrist?" Louis asked grabbing my hand

"I hit it on something when i went to the bathroom" i say pulling it away

"What did you hit it on?" He asked

"Why do you care?" I say walking away

"I'm your father! Now how did you hit your wrist so hard it starting bleeding!?" He said walking toward me

"You're not my father! And never will be!" I say crying, you do not bring up my father. It was 9 months ago, its to soon to talk about it

"Yes i am! Now how did it get there!" He screams at me and i'm in full blown tears

"Only 4 people in this world know why its there! And my father is one of those people! So obviously your not my father!" I say screaming and closing the door of my bedroom and then locking it.

That man is not my father, and will never be.

Oh crap. This is Harry's room. He has a razor right? I need to take my mind off of things.

"BLAKE OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" And angry Louis demands me

"NO!" I say still looking for the razor! There it is!

I start on the second one before they somehow get in here

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" Harry demand this time. Now i'm scarred. I know what he is capable of, i'm still scared of him.

"HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE!?" I mean seriously, how?

"Key" Niall says eating his chips. Even during all of this, he still has time to eat

"Now answer my damn question! What are you doing!?" Harry demands. I can't help but cry. This brings back so many horrible memories. I'm vulnerable and he has too much power over me.

"No please! I don't want to go through this again!" I say running out

I run into my room. I don't care if they come in, i'm not ready to tell them. It's pretty hard. Plus if i rat out Harry, he might beat me up again. I can't have that happen. It just can't happen again! He's the reason i moved back to the US. Like i said earlier, only three people know i cut, and only 4 people know i was bullied. Well other than the people at that school. Both of my parents knew, my best friend Tasha, and Jamie. Those are the only people the know.

I'm living with my old bully who physically and mentally beat me up. Thanks to him i don't think i'm very pretty. Thanks to him i think i'm worthless. And thanks to him i cut myself. Its all because of him. And he is getting scary again. I don't know how much longer i will be able to live with him. I mean it has been an hour, and he is already scaring me. My life is going to be a living hell from now on isn't it?

(Zayn's POV)

"I will go talk to her." I say. I'm the calmest so it makes the most sense

"Hey, can you talk?" I ask walking in

"About what? About the fact that Louis brought up my father? Thats what started all of this, and the fact that i cut myself and forgot to bring my makeup in to cover it up. THE FACT THAT WHY I DO THIS IS MY BUSINESS AND NO ONE ELSES! THE FACT THAT-" i cut her off.

"Hey. We were wondering because we care. Tell me as much as you want and i promise i won't tell the other boys" i say somehow completely calm

"Okay. Well it all started three years ago when i moved to England. I was the new kid. I was nerdy, chubby, and had glasses. So a kid a grade above me bullied me for a year. He said i was worthless, i was ugly, and he physically beat me up. I started cutting then. Only my parents new. After that school year we moved back here. I got contacts lost weight, and died my hair. I became popular. But i still cut. I didn't as much, but i still did. His words got to me. Ugly and worthless. Because of him i cut. Because of him i will never, ever think i am pretty."

Wow she has my full attention and she isn't done yet.

"So nine months ago, my parents died in a car crash because of a drunk driver. I went to the orphanage and i cut myself even more. My parents were the only peoples opinions that i cared about. So i started cutting more. And now, my bully has shown up in my life again, and its making the pain worse."

She finishes and i'm speechless

"Who was the guy?" I ask. She said he was back in her life, so i need to know who it is so i can get them back out

"Thats what i won't tell you. Sorry. But i will tell you eventually. And you can go tell the boys my story, i'm going to bed." She puts her head on the pillow and falls asleep instantly.

I walk out of her room and see all the boys in the kitchen. They all look at me, and i tell them everything.

"But that is no reason she should cut herself." Harry said

"Actually, I, i'm going with Blake on this. She has been doing this for three years, we can't stop her now." I say

"She said the guy was back in her life. So we just have to find that guy and get them out. But she needs to see that we aren't anybody to be afraid of. We must earn her trust." Liam says. It sounds easy, but i can tell, its going to be harder than it sounds.

A/N

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