Picking Up The Pieces; Sequel To; Broken- An Adopted By Jizzie Fanfiction

Chapter 2: Memories

                   #Callie's P.O.V#
I hug Lizzie and Joel.

"You promise you'll help?" I ask them, sobbing.

"Yes. You're the best thing that we could ever have!" Joel says.

"Of course well help, silly, we love you. We want you to get better." Lizzie says, hugging me.

"I have one question." I state.

"What is it?" Lizzie asks, Joel looking with with a curious face.

"Why did Joey say that if it wasn't true?" I ask, tears taking over my eyes.

"Honey, he was drunk. They were all drunk. They didn't really mean it. I promise. You're beautiful, you're perfect. Perfect for us." Joel says, kissing the top of my head.

"Thank you, guys." I say, hugging them.

"Better?" Lizzie asks.

"Yes." I nod. I stand up, and we leave the room.

Am I really better? I don't know. I'm confused.

We check the time, noticing we have about 30 minutes until we have to leave. Amelia and I walk around, watching the drunk people all around.

As we start heading back to the van, I happen to look down the hall to see some drunk guy punching another drunk guy. The guy who's punching takes a bottle, smashing it on the other guys head.

              ----FLASHBACK----
"Little. Stupid. Kid." He slurs, walking closer to me.

He has a bottle in his hand, hate in his heart.

He takes steps closer and closer to me, I'm backed up in the corner, crying, though I should be used to it by now. "Waste of space, that's what you are, you were a mistake. The sight of you, it makes me want to DIE. But that's not gonna happen, now is it? You know what is going to happen, though?" He slurs out, barely audible.

I shake my head. That only causes him to yell.

"It means YOU'RE going to die, you hear me?!" He yells.

I nod, accepting my fate.

"You fat idiot! Stop crying." He yells.

I don't move or say anything.

"Won't talk, eh?" He gets closer, he's right at my face. "WELL YOU BETTER!" He yells in my face.

No response.

"THAT'S IT!" He screams, smashing the bottle of beer he has on my head.

"Ow!" I scream, my head is bleeding, I pass out from the pain and loss of blood, waking to find myself in the hospital.
     ----END OF FLASHBACK----
"Callie? Are you okay?" Amelia's voice gets faint. People are surrounding the 2 people fighting.

"Callie, Callie?"

My breathing quickens
My sight is blurry. In case you haven't guessed, that memory is giving me a panic attack.

"Crap! Callie! No, not another one!" Amelia cries out. "Lizzie! There you are! Callie's having a panic attack again!" She yells.

"Oh no. Let's get her out of here!" Lizzie says, grabbing my arm.

I soon feel the the outside air hit me. There's a hand on my back, I can tell they're trying to comfort me.

But I feel like I can't be comforted. I feel like I'm going to die, and nobody is going to stop that. I wish my past wouldn't have caused all of this. But, I couldn't stop it. I was only a kid, a worthless kid, which turned me into a worthless teenager.