Crazed (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

I went down the escalator to see nothing but people. I saw kids hugging their families, couples saying goodbye to each other, etc. I find my way through the huge crowd of tears and joy to see three people standing only a couple yards away from me. A woman was holding a sign that said - Welcome Home, Adeline. Next to my new mother was I'm guessing my new father and brother.

I stood there not knowing whether to smile, walk up to them, or pretend I'm not Adeline. But they could tell that I was in fact, their new daughter. "It's really you," the woman spoke, covering her mouth as if she saw a ghost.

"Hi..." I spoke quietly, still not knowing what to do or say. She walked over to me, looked in my eyes, and gave me a hug. "Welcome, my love. Come say hello, don't be shy."

She placed her hand on my back and led me over to where she was standing. "I'm Tiffany, but to you, I'm Mom," she warmly smiled and pointed to her clean-cut husband, "that's Richard, but to you, he's Dad," he also smiled and gave me a hug. "And that's Michael, your new brother who desperately needs a haircut."

"Yo, you can just call me Mike," he smirked and gave me the most awkward hug I've ever experienced. "Hi, guys, I'm..-"

Tiffany stopped me, "no need to introduce yourself, we know who you are, dear. Now come, let's get out of this hell hole and get some food. You hungry?"

I nodded and went to go grab my suitcase and my carry-on. "Nonsense, Ad, Mike and I will take your stuff. Go ahead with mom."

Mike turned around, "we will?"

I'm guessing "Ad" is my new nickname.

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Richard looked at me through the front-view mirror, "what would you like to eat?"

"Um, wherever."

Mike chimed in, "oh c'mon, don't be that type of person."

"Be nice, Mike."

I asked, "how about Chick-Fil-A?"

"Sounds good to me," Mike clapped.

"Good choice," Tiffany smiled at me.

We went through the drive-thru. I ordered the regular chicken sandwich with no pickles and with a side of waffle fries.

A few moments later, we pulled into a neighborhood that had houses that looked to be 3 stories high. After some turns, we pulled into a driveway. I looked up at the house and my jaw dropped. It was a beautiful white with blue shimmers and I could see a pool in the backyard.

"We have arrived," Richard set the car in park and unlocked the doors. We got out of the car and I couldn't stop staring at the house. My house. My parent's house.

"Honey, come on inside while the boys grab your stuff. I'll show you around and your room," my mother eagerly said while unlocking the door. I followed her inside and once again, my jaw dropped. This place was massive: open-floored, big windows, and gray walls. "I'm sorry, don't mind the mess," Tiffany's words interrupting my thoughts.

"I-it's pretty...the house," I stutter, making a complete fool of myself.

"Thank you, dear, come see your room! I hope you don't mind the gray walls, but if you don't like it, we can always paint your room a different color!"

"No, it's beautiful, really." We go upstairs and down a long hallway, then we reach our destination. My room. It was closed off by a pearl white door with faint designs. "You ready, Ad?"

I nodded with a smile. I was a bit excited, but mostly overwhelmed. I've been sleeping on a couch for the past three years. Not even in my house. I didn't even have a house. 

Tiffany smiled back showing her whole set of teeth, then opened the door. 

Gray walls, a king-sized bed with a white comforter and colorful throw pillows, a fireplace, beautiful white dressers with gold trims along with the same desk, and a bookshelf. 

"Oh my God," I covered my mouth with my hands. I didn't know bedrooms had fireplaces, let alone that big of beds. 

"Do you like it?" There was a crack in her voice. I looked over to see her crying. 

"It's perfect. Thank you so much," I cried and hugged her tightly. Most kids would be awkward with their new parents, but I was so happy to actually have a home. Our hug didn't last long, due to our home phone ringing. I could already take a guess on who it was. We broke our hug and Tiffany went to walk downstairs until she heard Richard yell, "I got it."

I walked past her, looking over the railing down at my new dad with one hand on his hip nod, "yes, yes she is here. Adeline?" He turns around to see me snooping, and gestures me to come down. I walk down the stairs and while I was walking over to him, he mouths 'it's Rebecca' (my birth mom.)

I roll my eyes and take the phone, "hello?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? Why did you just walk away from me? Why didn't you text me? Or call me when you got off the plane?"

"You're not my mom anymore."

"I will always be your mother!"

"Sure, but not to me or by law. Is there something you wanted?"

"Why are you acting like this, Addy?" 

Addy.

"What am I supposed to act like? I get shipped away from you to strangers because you can't keep your mouth away from crack pipes!" I yell, " you didn't help me with homework. You didn't help me with boy problems. You didn't teach me about girl things. You didn't even notice when I dropped out of high school. Face it, you don't give a shit about anything until it's gone."

There was a silence on the phone, and throughout the house.

"Addy, -"

"Don't call me that," I weep and hang up the phone with force. I go to turn around and I see Tiffany and Richard behind me with sorrowful faces.

"We won't have her call you anymore. You do not have to talk to her," Tiffany starts off.

"Your mother," pointing to Tiff, "is right. From what we heard, it seems like you don't want to talk to her. And we totally understand that. Just let us know, okay? It is an adjustment, but we are your family now."

Not only did Rebecca White pay more attention to drugs more than me, but she also abused me. She would punch me in the face if I didn't do what she wanted, and kick me until I stopped screaming. But I kept quiet until a neighbor noticed my bruised face when I was walking down the street, and put two and two together. Why did I keep quiet? Since I was four, I thought her being angry and aggressive was only temporarily. Until it became normal. I was wrong. So wrong.