Adopted by 5 Seconds of Summer

1: How it all started

6 years ago

"Hey mum. What's wrong? What happened to you?" I asked her.
"Nothing sweetie. I'm fine." She flat out said.
"No you're not. You have a bruise on your face. What's wrong. Mum, you know you can always talk to me." I told her kindly.
"Allena, just go play." She said a little bit annoyed.
"Mum. I maybe 8, but I'm not stupid. I know someone hurt you. What is it dad?" I asked her concerned. Dad was know to lash out on us, but I didn't think he'd go far as to hitting us.
Mum sighed and said,"Yes, okay? Your father did this and I didn't want to tell you because I don't want you being afraid of him."
"I'm not afraid." I said truthfully. I'm honestly not afraid; I just don't want to see my mum getting hurt.
She sighed and said," Just don't tell him I told you and try not to anger him."
"I won't. I know do intensionally sometimes, but I promise. I promise, I just don't want to see you get hurt." I said sadly with a sigh at the end of my sentence. I know I'm too young to know about this, but I'm just mature for my age. I can act like a kid without a care in the world, but I can be serious in times like this.

My mum checked the time and it was almost 9 o'clock.

"Hey. I know you should go to bed." She said kindly.
"Okay." I simply told her.

I made my way up stairs to my room and grabbed my pajamas out. I change into them and decided to take a shower in the morning.

-

I woke up at 8 in the morning and took my shower. I put on a plain black shirt and a pair of light blue shorts. I just brushed my hair because its naturally straight.

As soon as I was done I went downstairs to eat some cereal.

-

I at least got a a couple hours of peace and quiet. That's until it was 2. Here it comes. I really hate hearing them fight because most of the time is just over something stupid. Sometimes it's over me, over who didn't clean the house, why dad was drunk the night before, etc.

Honestly my dad shouldn't get drunk, they shouldn't don't complain about who's turn it was to clean- just tell them too- and get over it, and I guess I can stop being annoying.

To be honest I felt like something bad is going to happen. Like this isn't just another fight. I don't know though.

I decided to listen in on their argument to make sure my suspicion is wrong.

"I don't want her anymore!" My dad yelled,"I hate her! She's nothing more than a burden!"
"No she isn't! I lover her and she doesn't more around here than you do! All you do is get drunk, you asshole!" She retorted back.
"You're such a bitch! You never care and you always blame me!" He yelled back fiercely.
"You never do anything and you hit me! You get drunk most of the time!" She yelled louder.

The next thing I heard was my mum screaming in pain and agony. It sounded like my dad was beating her.

I don't know what possessed me to run up the stairs to their room, but I did. I quickly opened the door and I saw the man I call my father viciously beating my mum.

He turned around and yelled,"What the hell do you want?"
"Well for starters I want you to stop beating my mother, you ungrateful little twat! Beating on a woman just shows how low you are." I yelled back.
"Allena go! Before you get hurt." She said crying in pain.
"No. I don't care what he does to me as long as you're okay." I said genuinely.
"Don't be stupid child! Listen to your mother." He snickered.
"Nope. How about you hit me stead of hurt." I bluntly told him.
"ALLENA NO!" She yelled at me, but she winced in pain.
"No mum. I can't stand to see you hurt. I rather him hurt me than you." I said looking back her.
"Well if that's what you want." He smirked back at me.