Adopted by Louis and Eleanor

Chapter Two

EMILY'S POV


Another day, another week of no adoption. Or so I thought.


"Emily! Come down here!" Miss Hannah called.


I ran down the steps to see what the matter was. And there I saw him. The guy from the signing. He was also here with a girl.


"Um, what are you doing here?" I asked him.


"Emily. This is Louis and Eleanor. They're here to adopt you," said Miss Hannah.


"...a..a..adopt?" I choked on the word.


"Yes, dear," Miss Hannah replied.


"But, but, but what about Charity?" I asked.


"Honey. She is being adopted by a couple named Liam and Danielle. Louis told him he was adopting you and he decided to adopt Charity. Liam is a good friend of Louis' so I'm pretty sure you'll see her a lot," Miss Hannah answered.


"Not as much as I want to,'' I mumbled.


"Ok. Just sign here and she will be officially adopted!" Miss Hannah told Louis and Eleanor. "Emily! Go pack your stuff,"


I stomped up the stairs in tears.


"Why are you crying?" Charity asked.


I went over to her and squeezed her in a right hug.


"I'm being adopted. And your being adopted by my 'dads' friend," I moved my fingers in quotation marks on the word dads.


"So, we won't see each other?" Charity questioned.


"We'll see each other a little bit, but not as much," I whispered.


"I'll miss you," Charity said as she wrapped me in a hug.


"EMILY! COME ON!" "dad" called.


I slowly descended down the stairs. I looked out the window. It was pouring rain.


I stepped outside, expecting to feel the cold rain on my face. Surprisingly, I didn't. I looked up at Louis. He smiled back down at me. He was holding the umbrella over me and Eleanor's head.


We jumped in the car and drive off. The ride was silent. All I could hear was the rain and the radio. We walked into the house and I ran up to my room. Or, at least, I thought it was my room.


It had a huge bed with purple bed sheets. There was a window and carpeted flooring.


" This isn't your room, silly girl," Louis said. "You're room is upstairs,"


He led me up the stairs into a room with a queen sized bed that had a blue and white quilt and tons of pillows. There was a double door closet and a dresser with a sliding mirror. In the corner was a little desk with jewelry on it.


"You like it?" Louis asked.


I just nodded my head. I was sort of suspicious about him. I knew he loved me, but i wasn't sure I loved him.