One Direction is Adopting Me?

chapter sixteen

Lucy hopped on my lap. she is so cute! Austin has been gone for 6 months now and Lucy is getting big but not to big. turns out the judge said we could only keep Clarity until someone else wants her. it broke me inside. I miss her so much!

the boys are in the kitchen talking about some things that I don't know. soon dad came in.

"hey, Brookie?" he said. I looked up.

"you are a really good singer and we were wondering if maybe you would sing a song for us on tour?" he almost begged.

"like on stage?" I questioned. he nodded.

"sure. why not?" I said. he smiled. I did too. he walked into the kitchen. the door bell rang.

"I'll get it!" I yelled. I heard 5 'okay's.' I got up and walked to the door. Niall was making a sandwich.

I opened the door and yelled, "make me one too!" to dad.

when I saw who was there I almost laughed thinking it was a joke. it was Natalie Collins. the reason I didn't laugh was one, she was dressed like a normal15 year old girl. she had a bright pink tank top and had a white cardigan with white skinny jeans and blue converse tennis shoes. she had her hair in a ponytail and had very little make up on. two, she was crying. another thing. why did she come to my house? she has her 'crew' to go to.

"hi?" I said. she looked at me. she looked like she wanted to say something but it wouldn't come out. it was raining really hard out side. she looked really cold. I can't just leave her out there. I grabbed her hand and pulled her in.

"dad! can you put a blanket in the dryer?" I asked. he walked in, saw the situation, and nodded. I lead her into the living room. now that I look at her, she has bruises all over her face and arms.

"Natalie? what happened?" I asked once she could breath. Niall came in with a warm blanket. I wrapped it around her shoulders. Niall left to go finish his sandwich.

"I was walking here to talk to you, t-then it started pouring down rain. I started running, but some guys f-found me, pulled me into an ally and started beating me. I didn't know what to do," she said. I gasped. I know she is mean, but that dosnt mean I hate her. she looked so small and fragile. she didn't even take another look at Niall. she loved the boys, but didn't care that they were there.

"come here," I said, putting my arm around her waist. I helped her up.

"boys?" I yelled. they came in.

"can one of you carry her up to my bathroom?" I asked.

"I can," Harry said. he walked over and carried her bridal style up the stairs with me trailing behind. he set her down on the counter and left. she thanked him. I grabbed my first aid kit. I pulled out rubbing alcohol and a white cloth.

"why?" she asked, while I dabbed the smallest and only cut on her cheek.

"why what?" I asked still dabbing the cut.

"why are you helping me? I was so mean to you and you could have easily slammed the door in my face or told me to fuck off, but you let me in. now your helping clean up the bruises. why? I thought you hated me," she said. I stopped dabbing her cheek and looked her in her brown eyes.

"I don't hate you and never did. I would never slam the door in anyone's face. and sure you were mean but that dosnt mean I have to be mean back. if you fight fire with fire that only creates a bigger fire. it's better to fight fire with water and put the fire out. I'm helping you because you are in pain and if the boys have taught me one thing it is to be kind, no matter what," I said. I meant every word I said. she started crying again. I pulled her into a hug.