Colorful (Adopted by Emblem3)

Colorful (Emblem3 fanfic)

~Prologue~

Ryder's POV:

I sat there looking out the window, looking out at the rain.

I don't fit in here. Everyone here has been here since they were born. But me, here for 2 years.

Nobody here understands what I went through. Nobody will ever understand.

~Flashback~

"Daddy please!" I screamed in pain as he hit me repeatedly.

"Bitch." He spat at me, as I took another slap across the face.

He walked out slamming the door. Leaving me alone.

I'm only 10. It shouldn't hurt to be a child. Tomorrow's my birthday and my dad won't care. He'll come home, hit me, rape me and repeat the cycle until 11pm and then leave and come back the next morning and the cycle will repeat again. We don't celebrate Christmas anymore because of him. He just spends all Christmas at a bar run by a Chinese family.

*the next morning*

"Ryder wake the fuck up you little slut!" My dad yelled kicking me in the stomach.

All of a sudden a bunch of men ran in holding guns. I started to cry, knowing I was going to die.

They put handcuffs on daddy and one of them picked me up and held me like a baby.

"Shh, Ryder. Everything will be okay." The strong man calmed me down.

I spent my birthday and Christmas at the police station. But, they were really nice about it. We had a Christmas dinner and one of the officers gave me this really pretty braclet, I wear it everyday, I've never taken it off.

~End of Flashback~

And that's how I ended up here.

There was a soft knock at the door as the voice from behind it, Tasha, said, "Ryder, someone's here and wants to adopt you."

Drew's POV:

"Drew, you're going to have to." Simon said.

I was told I need to adopt a child to show the public I'm a better person and I can take responsibility. Some paps photoshopped a pic of me to make it look like I was doing some illegal shit but, I honestly wasn't.

"Okay, I'll go find a kid." I sighed and walked outside as a car waited to take me to the adoption place.

This could be pretty cool though. They can be the sickest kid out there.

I walked into the place. It had bright colorful walls and kids running around playing.

"Hi, can I help you?" A woman in her thirties asked.

"Yeah, I'm here to adopt." I said.

"How old are you?" She asked leading me to her office.

"I'm 19." I said.

"Are you sure you are able to take care of a child?" She asked seriously.

"Yes I am." I said truthfully. I think I'm ready.

"Ok, here's a list of children that you can adopt." She said handing me binder full of kids.

It had a picture of them a bit information about them.

I flipped through the pages until I found the one. I knew this was the one.

'Ryder Nicole Johnson.

Age: 13

Hair: Blue

DOB: 12/24/99'

Wow, Christmas Eve baby.

"This is it." I said pointing to Ryder.

"Okay, I'll take you up to meet her."

We walked up the staircase and down the hall. We stopped and the woman knocked on the door. "Ryder, someone's here and wants to adopt you."

I heard feet walk towards the door as it opened there stood a short girl, blue hair and the exact one I picked out.

"Ryder, this is Drew. He's here to adopt you." The woman said and I gave Ryder a big smile.

"Um, come in." Ryder spoke softly. She seemed a bit nervous.

The woman and I talked as she started gathering up Ryder's stuff.

"Okay, I'm going to do background checks and get the papers ready. Oh and by the way, my name is Tasha." The woman, Tasha, said before leaving me and Ryder.

"Why are you adopting me?" Ryder asked looking out the window.

"There's something special about you." I said truthfully.

"You're not going to hurt me are you?" She asked sounding a bit scared.

"I would never hurt you." I said.

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OKAY SO IT WAS SHORT BECAUSE IT WAS THE PROLOUGE.

I HOPE YOY GUYS LIKED IT AND I HOPE YOU KEEP READING, IT WILL GET BETTER.

SO THATS BASICALLY HOW IT ALL STARTED AND CHAPTER 1 WILL BE LIKE HIM TAKING HER HOME AND ALL THAT

OH, AND THIS IS IMPORTANT. IN THIS STORY ALL THE GUYS LIVE IN ONE HOUSE.

I KNOW ITS NOT LIKE THAT BUT THIS IS A FAN FICTION AND FICTION MEANS FAKE, NOT REAL.