Daddy (a Harry Styles adoptive story)

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(Andrea's P.O.V)

I woke up to a kick in the gut. I curled over in my bed, clutching my stomach, when I was jerked back by my hair.
"Get up you worthless piece of shit." Zander hissed. My eyes shot open and I tried to push him off of me, but he was too strong. Instead he just slapped me in the face.
"Stop squirming, babe. I just wanted to wake you up." He purred in my ear. This time, I kneed him in the balls, jumped off my top bunk, ran to the nearest bathroom, and locked the door. This wasn't the first time Zander had done crap like that to me.

He did it to every girl in this hellhole. He would flatter them silly, only to beat the mess out of them an hour later. But for some reason, I was his main target.

Even through the closed door, I could hear him groaning in pain from my contact with him. I had gotten pretty good at kicking people, as it was the only way I could defend myself.

I was severely abused as a child and still am to this day. I don't know why, but I was never favored by anyone. I wasn't a trouble maker, I was quiet, and I did what I was supposed to. I guess people just didn't like that.

I was thinking of a way to get out without being caught by Zander, when I heard a loud bang on the door.
"Open up, bitch." He spat. I remained silent.
"You have five seconds before I break this door down." I could hear children in the hall crying at Zander's words. He always scared them. He seemed to enjoy it.
"One..." He started. I didn't move. My breathing was barely even audible.
"Two..." He continued. My breath caught in my throat as he jiggled the door knob.
"Three..." He was getting angry, I could hear it in his voice. I let out the breath I didn't even know I was holding as I heard his name being called.

"Zander!" An old, raspy voice yelled.
"What!" He snapped back.
"Have everyone down here in ten minutes! We're having visitors!" She ordered.
Ugh.
Just what I wanted right now. People to come and see me, look away in disgust, and chose some other kid. That's when I noticed that I was still in my PJ's, my hair was a mess, and I hadn't brushed my teeth. I stood still as a statue when I heard Zander whistle to everyone.
"Everyone downstairs in ten minutes!" He screeched.

I slowly opened the door, and peered down the hallway for Zander. He had left, so I made a beeline for the bedroom I shared with nine other girls ranging from ages 3 the 15.

I ran to the closet I shared with the other nine girls and threw on jeans, a navy blue and white stripped long- sleeved shirt, and my red converse. I headed to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Once I had a clean mouth, I took my dark, curly hair out of its messy braid. My chestnut curls had a natural hint of red in them, and they came down just below my mid back. I quickly ran my fingers through my unbelievably thick hair, careful not to cause frizz. It was so curly that I didn't even have to brush it. I did one last check in the mirror before going downstairs.

I saw that everyone was already down and in a line, so I quickly jumped to the end, trying not to cause a scene. I could feel the piercing stare of Ms. Thompson (the orphanage owner) searing through me as I walked to my spot. Once there, I turned my head to see a tall man, who looked about 19, with curly brown hair and the most beautiful green eyes I'd ever seen. I didn't even realize Zander was standing next to me until I felt a sharp pain on my head. He had entwined his fingers into my hair and pulled it hard. I sucked in a sharp breath, causing the tall man to turn around and face me.