Little Soldier (Adopted By Da Kurlzz)

Untitled Part 8

Matt's pov

My little soldier was released from the hospital today. I carried her out and took her out for lunch with the guys. They were all relieved to  see her safe and happy. We ate our food and then I took her home. I was so relieved to have her home again. My sweet little soldier... I turned on the TV to a kids channel, only to be greeted with a breaking news broadcast. "ATTENTION TO PARENTS IN LA! A MAN WHO WAS ARRESTED FOR SEXUAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE TO A MINOR HAS ESCAPED WHERE HE WAS BEING HELD! IT IS ASKED YOU KEEP YOUR CHILDREN INSIDE UNTIL HE IS FOUND!" The thing said. I looked at my little soldier. She was hugging my arm, poor thing was scared. I picked her up. "It's ok little soldier. I won't let him get you... I promise..." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole of the door and saw a cop. I opened the door while holding my little soldier. "What's wrong officer?" I asked. "The man who escaped his cell is your daughters biological father." My eyes went wide. "We need to take you to a safer place. You have 30 minutes to pack what you need. Your friend Dylan Alvarez has offered to let you stay at his house." I nodded and started packing Y/n's things. I packed all her stuff then packed my stuff. I grabbed my stuff and we were taken to Dylan's. Once we got there, we were rushed inside. Dylan locked the door behind us. "So... How's it going?" He asked. "Well Y/n isn't allowed outside until they catch him, unless there's an emergency like a fire." I said. I looked at little soldier. She was shaking in pure terror. I could only imagine how terrified she was right now. I shushed her and calmed her down. "It's ok my little soldier." Dylan led us to the guest room where we would be sleeping. I looked at my princess. She was fast asleep. I tucked her and locked the window and the door. I went to bed a few hours later. I hugged my little soldier close. I won't let him get you baby soldier... I promise...

--the next day--

I woke up with my little baby asleep beside me. She was so cute when she was asleep. I picked her up as she woke up and carried her to the breakfast table. She was still terrified. I mean, I would be too if the person who physically and sexually abused me for 9 years suddenly was on the lose. My poor baby was shaking all day, barely saying a word. I had to rock her to sleep like a baby when it was time for her to go to bed. My poor, poor baby... I promise I'll be there for you...