Adopted By Who?!?

Chapter 1

- Kennedy's POV -

I stay tucked under my blanket as I hear my parents argue downstairs.

What can you expect from a 7 year-old? Blankets are our best hiding place.

Suddenly, I hear a loud sound. I jump, looking at the door. I carefully remove the covers from my body and slowly walked over to the door, my tiny feet digging themselves in the fluffy green carpet. I quietly open the door, leaving only a thin line open. I find nothing in the hallway.

Which worries me.

I hear loud footsteps coming up the steps. I quickly run to my bed, throwing the covers over me.

The door creaks open and my daddy's head peeks in.

"Hey, baby," he cooed. I smiled and waved.

"Hi, daddy." He came closer & thats when I saw the darkness in his eyes.

I may be only 7 years-old but I have a sharp mind.

"W-what was that sound, d-daddy?" I asked, my voice shaking. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Nothing to worry about." He came closer, close enough for me to smell something stinky.

"Your breath stinky, daddy," I giggled. His hand reached for my blankets and he slowly pulled them off. I looked up at him and saw an evil grin on his face. His fingers lingered over my ankle. Then, slowly and steady, his fingers crawled up my leg.

"I do not like this. Please stop, daddy." I could feel a tear slowly trail down my cheek.

His eyes darkened even more, "No, I will not. Because of you, I killed your mother! My own wife!" He was yelling. I hate yelling.

"Stop! Please!" I cried. His hand came up into the air & then it came back down, meeting with my chubby cheek.

"Shut up! You don't deserve to live! You don't deserve to be innocent!" My tears were falling down quickly as I held my cheek in my hand. I looked up at him one more time but I saw him taking off his belt. I quickly got off my bed and ran to a corner in my room. He saw where I ran off to, walking over to me with raged eyes.

"You little bitch," he cursed. Suddenly, pain came to my leg. Then my other leg. My hand. My other hand. I crawled away from the corner but the belt met my small back.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

I screamed and yelled and cried.

"DADDY STOP!" I cried. But he didn't listen. I look up at him for the 4th time in a row and now I see a gun in his hand.

"You don't deserve to live," he says before pulling the trigger and...

**

"KENNEDY!" Someone yells in my face. I open my eyes and see Felecity looking at me worriedly.

"Felecity? What are you doing awake?" I ask groggily.

"Me? You were the one that woke me up. You were screaming and crying." I look down and run a hand across my forehead, noticing I was sweating.

"I'm sorry, Fiz. Bad dream," I explain.

"Again?" Fiz asks. I nod.

"Its not easy to forget." Felecity may only be 7, but I've told her many secrets of me that no one else knows. I've even told her about my father.

Whoms name I will not mention.

"I understand. Marie says to go down for breakfast." I groaned and fell back on the hard bed. Fiz giggled and reached for my hand.

"Come on, Ken! Wake up!" She pulled me with all her might before giving up and huffing.

"I do not like you." I shot up from the bed and raised my eyebrow at her.

"What did you just say?"

"I do not like you."

"What? Repeat it! I dare you!" Fiz came closer and smiled.

"I do not like you." I grabbed her tiny frame and pulled her against me. My fingers found her sides, wiggling them around when I did. She giggled and kicked her little feet.

"Say Kennedy is the best person in the world!"

"No!" She challenged.

"Say it!"

"No!"

"Come on, Fiz! Just say it!"

"Fine! Kennedy is the best person in the world!" I let go, letting her breathe.

"Now. Was that so hard?" I asked. She shook her head, her brunnette hair shaking everywhere.

"I still don't like you." Before I could grab her, she ran out of the room, her small feet thumping on the floor.

How much I love that little girl.

I walked to the bathroom and knocked. Living with girls had its disadvantage, especially if some are older.

Seeing that the bathroom was empty, I entered. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw tear stains on my cheeks. I sighed and gripped the sink's counter.

He's the reason why I have these dreams.

He's the reason I'm in this orphanage.

Yeah, I'm an orphan. Been one for 8 years. No one adopts a teenage girl these days...

I shook my head and grabbed my tooth brush.

I'm not Kennedy Parker Smith anymore.

Just Kennedy Parker. I despise my last name & despise the one who holds it, the one who gave me it.

I walked downstairs and greeted Marie. The head mother of Marie Kate's Orphanage for girls.

"Kennedy, I need you to take Fiz to the One Direction meet and greet today. I was going to go but I need to take Charlie & Jenna to the doctor." I placed my bowl of cereal on the table and stared down at it.

"Do I have to?" I asked. Marie tilted my chin up and looked at me with her ocean blue eyes.

"Please? I promised Fiz I would take her," Marie begged. I sighed and nodded.

"Okay," I whispered.

Another reason why I despise my father:

Because of him, I'm not fond of the male specimen.

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So this is a new book I decided to work on.

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