Adopted By Ryan Ross

3

Lilah's Pov * Trigger warning, abuse*
I was about to leave to go on a date with Abby. I was wearing a white tube top, A flannel, Black ripped skinny jeans and converse. I had my makeup was done nicely and my hair was in a half-up-half-down bun. I grabbed my skateboard and walked into the living room.

" are you leaving? " Ryan asks.

" Yup! I'll be home around 10ish. " I say.

" Wait! Taste these cookies! " Z says handing me a cookie.

I take a bite of the cookie and moan (not in a sexual way you whore).
" Holy shit that's delicious. "

Z giggled. " Thanks. "

" Alright, I'm leaving. " I say giggling.

" Be safe and don't die. Don't smoke too much weed. " Ryan says laughing.

I pull a blunt out of my back pocket and laugh. " I'll smoke like half of this on the way to her house and the rest when I'm coming home. "

" Alright. Be safe. " Ryan says as I walk to the door.

I walk outside and start skating. I lit my blunt and inhaled. When I arrived at Abby's house I sprayed some perfume on me and walked up to her doorstep. I bit my tongue and knocked on the door. A boy younger than Abby answered the door.

" Hi, Is Abby here? " I ask.

" Abby! Your friend is here! " The smaller boy screams.

" SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT. " An older man screams.

I grab the little boys arm and bend down to his hight. " Do they hit you and Abby. You can tell me, I won't tell. "

" Yes. " He says softly.

I wrap my arms around him. " I'm going to help you. "

" Thank you. " He says hugging me.

Abby walks outside and smiles softly.

I pull her off to the side and look up at her. " Can be please bring Anthony along. "

" Why? " Abby asks.

" Because I don't want him to be alone with your parents. " I say softly.

" Oh... C'mon Anthony, you can come with us. " Abby says grabbing his hand.

" What about mommy and daddy? " He asks.

" They won't hurt you anymore. " I say softly.

" I wanna piggyback ride! " Anthony says excitedly.

I bend down. " Get on. "

He jumps onto my back and wraps his arms around my neck. " Whee! "

My phone dinged, Abby texted me. I look up at her and bite my lip.

A: Are you going to call the police?
L: Do you want me to?
A: Please.
L: I will. How long have they done this?
A: Ever since Anthony was born
L: How old is Anthony?
A: 5 1/2
L: What's the worse thing your parents have ever done?
A: They threw me down the stairs, broke my nose, cut me with broken beer bottles. They constantly hit me. Starved me for a week.
L: What about Anthony?
A: They throw beer bottles at his head and are constantly hitting him for doing nothing.
L: We're going to an ice cream shop, I can call when we get there.

" Thank you. " Abby says grabbing my hand.

I squeezed her hand and opened the door to the ice cream shop. Anthony jumped off of my back and ran up to the ice cream.