I'm sorry //adopted by pete wentz//

Scars from tomorrow

A/n I'm so sorry I'm horrible at updating and you probably won't get another one for a few weeks. But comments actually do motivate me alot and I love replying so please do comment.

Phoenix Elizabeth Wentz

(Trigger warning:abuse)
" worthless piece of shit how could I have given birth to you, there had to be a goddamn mix up at the hospital" another kick to my ribs. I'm crying, whimpering in pain. Trying to shut myself up before it gets worse. "Why are you crying? Can't take a little pain. You're so pathetic and weak" a slap to my face, rings tearing my flesh. My dad comes in the room joining in. I didn't do anything wrong. Why is this happening? What did- suddenly a beer bottle is hit and shattered on my head.
(Trigger over)

I wake up with a start, crying and sweating. Great. After a few minutes,  I decide to get out of bed seeing as I won't be able to get back to sleep after that. Not like I would anyways. I check my phone and see that the time is 7:00. Four hours of sleep is better the nothing, I've definitely had less so its no big deal. I go to the bathroom making myself look like a normal person after sleep and not the sweaty, crying mess I am. I also put on a quick layer if foundation to hide the cuts and bruises partly.
I walk out of my room quietly thinking nobody else would be awake, and try to make my way down to the kitchen to get water or something.
I haven't been shown around alot and its a huge house that I've been into five of the many rooms so I get a little lost. Finally, I made my way to the kitchen and walk in and jump not expecting to see anyone else up but to my surprise there's a pete wentz drinking coffee at 7:00 in the morning. He seems shocked too.

"Why are you up at 7:00 in the morning Phoenix?" He ask quietly. Quickly I think of a believable excuse that won't cause conversation about why I'm actually up.

"I should-should ask the s-same, I h-haven't gotten used to the t-time difference y-yet." I say in the same quiet tone. I go to get a glass of water but coffee is pushed into my hands before I could.

"thank you" I mutter quieter then already, trying not to spill the cup.

"I've got to take Bronx back to Ashlee's, his mothers, and then I have to meet the guys at the studio. Its probably a good thing you're up because Bronx probably won't leave with out telling you bye." He says thinking I nod.

"Are you okay Phoenix?  You seem jumpy, pale, and flustered" he asks worriedly. I just nod in response, he gives me a look saying he doesn't believe me and it also seems to say 'we'll talk about this later' but he drops it for right now thankfully.

"What do you want to eat. We haven't been able to go grocery shopping yet I'm we have the same as yesterday." He stands straight up and goes to the cabinet to get cereals out. I'm not hungry nor do I want to eat so I'll just say that I'm not hungry.

"I-im n-not hungry, th-thank you th-though" I stutter out. He gives me another look but leaves it be.

"S-so is saint st-staying with m-meagan and I today" I ask quickly changing the subject hoping he won't question me.

" he'll be with me while you two are shopping and then your mom and I thought we'd switch kids so you can see the studio and her and Saint go to this playgroup thing to get him used to other children." He says.

"Speaking of saint could you wake him up for me while I wake up Bronx" he asks.

"Of c-course but you will h-have to show m-me to his room f-first" I speak reminding him he hasn't shown me around yet. Even if he did I would still probably get lost.

"Oh yeah we still haven't shown you around yet we'll get to that eventually" he says, taking my now empty cup from my hand putting it in the sink. He then takes my hand and pulls me up the stairs and leads me to a door.