adopted | dancemoms

18. hurt

WARNING:
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS TRIGGERING, SUICIDAL AND VIOLENT CONTENT. IF YOU DO NOT APPRECIATE THESE, PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER. I WARN YOU, THIS IS RECOMMENDED FOR 13+

[A.N,
This is kinda a long chappie so enjoy :)]

I stood there frozen
Unable to process anything.

In front of me, was Melissa.
The person who let my birth parents abduct me.
The person who didn't to a damn thing about it.

She looked at me with dull grey eyes.
Unable to say another word As well.

"Macy, oh macy" she cried before attempting to embrace me in a hug

I stepped backed and looked away.

How dare she pity me after she left me.

After a few seconds, I looked back at the tall woman.

I shook my head, my eyes beginning to get watery.

"How dare you," I trembled with anger and sadness.

"how dare you try to come back into my life right after I was kidnapped. YOU could've stopped my mother. YOU could've told the police about what happened to me and helped me get out of this mess. Your a pathetic person Melissa. Your job was to keep me safe. You failed. You heard me! You failed a simple task, to keep me safe. And don't think that I'm not going to tell anybody. Ill make sure the whole world knows what the hell you did to my life."

I ran upstairs, hurrying to pack my things into my small suitcase.

How dare she,
How dare she!
She thought that after all she did, I would forgive her?

Tears started streaming down my face as I screamed.

I hate life!
What what the point?!
Everybody hates me. I bet kelly was right! Abby probably only adopted me for fame and the girls are only nice to me because the moms and Abby tell them to.

I'm not wanted.

My sadness slowly began turning into anger.

I screamed and punched the nearest thing,

A picture of me and Melissa.

The glass shards entered my fists like blades, and soon pain started to take over.

But I could care less. I didn't feel the pain.

All I felt was anger.
I smashed another photo which contained the whole team.

They hate you.
They hate you!

A devilish voice kept repeating that sentence over and over again in my head.

Nobody will ever love me.

I ran into my bathroom and locked the door.

I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. I was horrified.

A tall thin girl with messy hair and bags under her eyes stood in front of me.
There were wet and dry tear marks on my face, bruises on my neck and cheek from the beatings I received.

"This isn't me" I whispered with a trembling voice, tears starting to drain from my face once again.

I gritted my teeth in anger and punched my mirror, right in the reflection of my face.

The glass broke into a million pieces and shattered on to the floor.

Nobody loves you.
Your unwanted.