The New Yorker // Adopted by Phan

NYC

Kieryn's POV

"YOU WILL BE MY DRUG MULE!" The man shouted. "SHUT UP! I'M ONLY 14! THIS IS THE 18TH TIME I'VE BEEN A DRUG MULE I CAN ALWAYS CALL THE POLICE SAYING YOU RAPED ME, ABUSED ME AND MADE ME A DRUG MULE!" I screamed. He grabbed me by the collar and took hooks and dug them into my shoulder blades making me hanging. I whimpered. I heard my skin tearing. I screamed in pain. The man whipped my body. I only had shorts. He only gave me shorts no top or anything. I looked at my body. Starved. I screamed again. I heard sirens. My screams were loud enough to be heard from miles away. The man cursed and ripped me off the hooks. I screamed again. He ditched me. "Young lady where are you?" A man asked. "In here." I whimpered. A officer ran to me. "We need an EMT right now this girl's gonna bleed to death." He said in a walkie talkie. "Can you describe what happened?" The man asked. "He adopted me a week ago saying he was nice. He took me here and gave me shorts. He raped me, abused me, and made me a drug mule. Today I told him no. He grabbed me by my neck and hooked me onto metal hooks. I screamed and he whipped me." I cried. The EMT arrived. They took me onto a stretcher. <Die.> My mind whispered. I ignored it. "She's bleeding a lot. When we get to the hospital we need a blood transplant of O-" The Emt shouted into the phone.

Dan's POV

I'm waiting for Phil after he broke his foot on the coffee table. Classic Philly. "We need blood donators with O- blood for a little girl age 14 orphan." The office announced. Phil came out. "Did you hear that?" Phil asked. "An orphan needing O-. We are both that blood type and we are looking to adopt." I said. We ran well, i ran Phil limped. "We can donate blood if we can meet the child." I said. The lady nodded. I smiled. We heard shouting. "She's bleeding to death! We need those transplants now!" An emt shouted. "That's her." The lady said. They put her in a hospital gown. They escorted us to her and started extracting blood. "Who are you?" She asked frightened. "I'm Dan and that's Phil. We wanted to donate blood to you." I explained. "You don't seem like abusers or rapers or drug dealers. That's a first." She mumbled. "So you're an orphan?" I asked. She nodded. "Adopted 28 times, every time abused, raped and made into a drug mule." She said tearing up. "Parents abandoned me." She said. "We are looking for a kid o adopt." Phil said. "I'm too much trouble. Also no offense, I don't want to be raped." She said. "We would never rape you. I promise. We promise." I said to her. "Okay. i guess I trust you." She said holding my hand. The nurse came and gave us papers to sign for her. She was then given clothing and we took her to the stores. "Grab whatever you want kiddo, you need to be spoiled." Phil said, his hand snaking round my waist. She smiled and ran around. She came back with black jeans, some pairs of converse, and a bunch of shirts. "Is this too much stuff? I can put some back if yo-" She started before Phil interrupted. "You can get as many things as you want. Remember, underwear and bras are a must." Phil said and she got a bunch of under garments. We paid for them and went to our hotel room. "I can sleep on the couch so you don't have to sleep together." She said. She didn't know we were gay. "Hon, we always sleep together. It's what boyfriends do with their boyfriends." Phil smiled. "I have gay dads?" She asked. I nodded. "DANIEL JAMES HOWELL AND PHILLIP MICHEAL LESTER ARE GAY! PHAN IS FUCKING REAL!" She shouted. We shushed her. "How do you know our full names and what Phan is?" I asked. "ARE YOU NOT FORGETTING THE LANGUAGE!?" Phil shouted. "youtube duh." She replied. "We have a fangirl I see." Phil said. "When I was in the orphanage, my roommate was obsessed with you" She said. I laughed. "Have you flown before?" Phil asked. "Nope. Why?" She asked. "We are going to England." I replied. "Why?" she asked. "Because thats where we live." Phil explained.