Cher Lloyd Adopted Me (Editing)

chapter 3

Cher's POV
   I hear Trojan scream. I immediately run to her bedroom where she lays bleeding from a  wound in the shoulder. She lays helplessly on the floor, gasping for air. I hold her hand as I call an ambulance.
Trojan's POV
   I wake up in a hospital room. I can hear the cameras and paparazzi outside. Cher is at the door, yelling at them to go away.
   " Cher", I say. it hurts to speak, even breathing is painful. My body aches. She turns around and quickly walks over.
   "Hey. Oh my god. You have been asleep for three and a half days. I failed to protect you. I'm so sorry."Cher says.
   "You didn't fail me." I say. As these words come out I wince. The pain is surprisingly indescribable.
  "The social workers are trying to take you from me. Do you want to go back?" A man with a nice jawline but a scowl upon his face tells Cher to come into the hall with him. 
    "Cher." I hear him say. I ignore the fact that I am eavesdropping." You know that you're not ready for a kid. Get rid of her or I will."
  "If you know what's best for you. You won't go near Trojan." Cher warns.I fell stressed as she walks in. Her makeup is  running.
   "Mom-er I mean Cher. What's wrong?Who was that guy?" I ask. She wipes her eyes.
   "Its fine. And its none of your concern." Cher says
Cher's POV
I liked that she called me mom. I didn't want or need for her to get in my business. Dylan doesn't need to put more stress on Trojan. Poor girl. I go to the hospital cafeteria to get her some food. Two social workers walk up to me. I soon agree,reluctantly, to send her back to the orphanage. I hate that man, I dated him in high school and he won't leave me alone.
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   When Trojan falls asleep, I begin to cry. She loves living with me so much and I love her. She called me her mom. She will go back the day after she is discharged from the hospital.
      I walk back to my car at 5AM. I drive to the hospital. This routine lasts for days.
    Trojan is discharged from the hospital today. I take her home. That night she crawls into my bed after a nightmare. I begin to pack her stuff at 1 a.m. Trojan wakes up and heads to her room. Within minutes the social workers show up. They tell her to come with them. She begins to plead to me to keep her.
    "You know I don't blame you for the accident!" She screams at the top of her lungs.
   "Listen. I know you don't. I love y-" I reply to her screams as she is pushed into the truck. Her stuff is loaded into the back. I watch as my ex-daughter's face is streaked with tears, pressed against the window, turns into a speck and disappears.