Adopted by One Direction

Lily's POV: Ch. 1

➡Lily's POV: August 11, Friday
I slump onto the bed. More people are here to adopt and I don't want to go down. I crossly my small, twig-like arms with a frown. "In three...two...one," I mutter.

As I say one, a scream floats its way up the stairs into my room. "LILY! GET DOWN HERE! NOW!" My so-called "care taker" shrieks. She isn't very nice. She hits and punches me just like my dad. Except not as bad, but it does still hurt.

I groan miserably. Why can't she just let me stay up here, all alone, where I'm safe? This is the only room in the whole foster care home, orphanage, or whatever it is, that has a lock. So no getting beat up by Ms. Tootles, the care taker and head of this building, or Sadie, the mean girl who picks on me with whatever and whoever she can get her grimy little hands on.

"LILY! DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE!" Ms. Tootles threatens.

I shoot off the bed, unlock and open the door in seconds. I'm so short I have to run and jump to reach the dead-bolt lock and handle. Even though I don't like Ms. Tootles doesn't mean I'm not scared of her. I stand at the top of the stairs and take a deep breath. The chances of me being adopted are slim, but the chances of Prim being chosen in the Hunger Games was slim too. May the odds be ever in your favor, I think ruefully to myself as I walk down the stairs. (I know a lot of six year olds haven't watched this, but just go with it. It's possible.)

The stairs creak with each step my tiny foot takes. I finally reach the bottom to receive a stinging slap to the face. It was so hard, it knocks my malnourished body to the ground. I look up to see Ms. Tootles standing there with her hand raised for another blow angrily, and Sadie smirking behind her. The other kids are just staring off into space, ignoring me and my situation. And the people who came to adopt, actually five lads, are staring at me in shock.

I slowly get up and get in line with my head bowed low. Sadie stands next to me and I inwardly groan. "That was funny. The way you got slapped and you fell 'cause of it!" Sadie snickers softly. She opens her mouth to say more but I stomp on her foot. She lets out a dramatic scream and starts to fake bawl. Ms. Tootles is there right away.

"What's wrong Sadie?" She coos softly.

"Sh-she stomped o-on my f-foot! It hurts!" Sadie wails. I know it's fake, I'm pretty sure Ms. Tootles knows it is too, but any excuse to hurt me is a reason to her.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Ms. Tootles demands.

"She started it," I squeak but immediately stop when my head snaps back with the impact of the older woman's fist.

"I DIDN'T ASK YOU, NOW DID I?" Ms. Tootles shrieks.

I stumble and fall on my butt. I clutch my face with now two throbbing cheeks. "But you did," I say innocently. She did, didn't she?

"Sadie," Ms. Tootles says very calmly and I feel my face pale.
I start to get up but am roughly pushed back down. I look into the five visitors eyes' and plead for help. They are still standing there, dumbstruck at what's going on.

"Please don't, Sadie," I beg. When she hurts me, it feels like my body's on fire.

Sadie evilly smirks. "Sorry, too late now," she replies to my plea in a sickly sweet voice. She snaps her fingers and four big boys pin me down by my arms and legs. I squirm desperately and am rewarded by a punch to my stomach. I try to curl into a ball as an instinctive response, and Sadie and the four boys holding me laugh knowingly. Sadie grabs a pocket knife out of her boot and grabs my right arm. She opens the deadly weapon with a click.

She smirks and holds the knife to my vein, starting at my wrist. I gasp and she slaps me angrily. "Come on, Lily. We all know you cut. What does one more do?" She sneers.