1D) Adopted by Niall Horan *Under Major Editing

Ch. 35 Fourteen

Ellie's POV

"We have to take her," he said. My eyes widened. But I just got up from who-knows-what and I wanted Niall! I wanted to hug him and tell him not to cry.

But they wheeled me out anyway. I turned around and soon as my eye caught his, he started to cry and turned away. I cried as they took me farther and farther in the hospital.

As soon as we made it to where we were going, they locked me in a room with a young girl, about eighteen. "Hi," she said. I smiled lightly. "What's wrong?" she asked. "I want Niall back," I whispered. She gave me a huge hug. "I know how you feel," she said. I tilted my head.

"It is a new thing that they are trying called expirience therapy," she said. "You know what I'm going through?" I asked. She nodded. "I got shot exactly where you did," she said, "And I was abused. And just like you, I couldn't remember what happened at the moment." I was still confused. "Walk with me," she said. I followed behind her. She took me into a room.

"First things first, do you know where you got shot?" I shook my head. "Well, I can show you," she said, "Feel my head, under my hair." I took my hands and ran them through her long, thick hair until I found an indent. "That is where you got shot too," she said. I felt through my hair and found it. "Do you want to see where the next one is?" she asked. I nodded.

She pulled down the front of her pants slightly. I saw the scar. "Lovely," I said, sacastically. She laughed. "It is great how you can make light of any circumstance," she said, "And by the way, you can't have babies or your period now." I fist bumped the air. That God for that!

"Now, we should get to know each other since I will be seeing you atleast once a week," she said. "My name is Bella Stridler and I am a model. I also play violin, I have been playing ever since I was five, and I am pretty good at it. I was kidnapped at the age of thirteen. I was there for two years and he enjoyed raping me and whipping me. As a matter of fact, he got me pregnant and then whipped me until the baby died. Then, he finally shot me and the neighbors heard. I was in a six month coma and then my career started."

"Well," I said, "My name is Ellie Horan. I was adopted like twenty times before Niall adopted me. Each family hurt me in a new way. I have been through hell and back, in other words. I enjoy playing the guitar and just having fun with my new family. I don't know how long ago I got kidnapped by someone, all that I remember was him raping me. And the whip. Every time that I didn't speak loud enough or treat him with respect, he whipped me." She looked shocked. "Damn it, girl, I didn't know any of that," she said. I laughed. "Its all over now, I guess," I said. She took me to another room.

"I was told to buy you a new outfit for your first day of school," she said. Wait wait wait. Niall agreed to send me to school? "Here, put it on," she said, smiling. I nodded and put it on.

She got me a pair of sky blue skinny jeans, a navy blue flowy tanktop with buttons up the front, a pair of fake gem studded sandels, and a fake diamond necklace. I put it on quickly and stepped out. She smiled at what she saw. "Now you get to see your new body in figure-flattering clothes," she said. She took my hand and walked me over to a mirror. I gazed at the girl staring back at me for a minute. "Wow," I whispered. I had boobs! And hips! And curves!

"You were out for a year," she said, "You are fourteen years old now." And I missed the birthday where I became a teenager. Seriously?

"You are absolutely beautiful, Ellie Horan," she said. The doctor came back and took my hand. "Your father has been waiting anxiously for you," he said. I smiled and walked with him.

"Daddy!" I screamed as soon as I saw Niall. His now happy face brought back memories from when I first got shot. He looked so depressed. I threw myself into his arms. "I missed you, baby," he whispered, hugging me tighter. "You are free to take her home now," the doctor said. Niall didn't let me go, even though I was older and bigger, he carried me out the door.

The lights from the cameras of the paparazzi blurred my vision only slightly. Niall speed-walked to the limo waiting for us.

As soon as we got there, he started to talk. "Sweetheart, I was so scared," he said. A tear dripped from his eye. "I missed you so much," I whispered, also beggining to cry. "And I promise never to let anything happen to you again," Niall said, "That just about killed me. And it was all my fault, love. I am so sorry that you had to go through whatever hell you went through and I'm almost happy that you don't remember it." I smiled. "I remember bits and pieces," I replied.

"Like what?" he asked. I breathed in and out a few times, getting prepared for him to be shocked. "I was raped a few times. And the whip that he always brought out on me when I was bad," I said. He hugged me tight. I could feel myself shiver at the thought of the man. "Never again," Niall whispered. That was the last thing either one of us said before we arrived at the house.

All I could think of were the man's blindly blue eyes staring at me. I swear that I knew exactly where I remembered them from.

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