September 2, 2014
Los Angeles, California
The Ellen Show
(Elizabeth's perspective)
I jump waking myself up breathing heavily and sweating. Nightmares again, it seems like I always get them when I sleep after the incident. I feel disgusted thinking about it. I get out of bed and walk into the bathroom. I close and lock the door. I turn on the shower and adjust the water temperature.
Once the water warm I strip down and hop in. The warm high water pressure hitting my skin relaxes my muscles. "You're just another picture to burn." I sing while washing my hair. I just downloaded all of Taylor's songs on my iPod that Taylor gave me. I might as well listen to her songs since I live with her now. My favorite album of hers is Speak Now, my favorite song off of there is Mean because of all of the bullyings at the orphanage.
After I am done cleaning up I turn off the water and wrapped a towel around my hair and body. I step out of the bathroom making a dash for it to change into warm clothes. I grab a pair of blue skinny jeans and a red long sleeve plaid t-shirt. I look at myself in the mirror and I see bruises and scars all over my stomach, lower back, thighs, and wrists. It was caused by my father..when he was drunk...which was all of the time and some caused by me.
•flashback•
I hear a loud bang outside my room. It was quiet until I hear muffled yelling and shouts from downstairs.
"What the hell did you do?!" my father yelled.
I hear more muffled yelling. "Please don't hurt Elizabeth! She is just a child! She doesn't know what going on!" My mother yelled.
Then silence...I heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs and my bedroom door swings open. My father comes barging into my room, I look at his eyes and they are bright red. Come over here you brat!" My dad snarled. My dad grabs my hand and drags me closer to him. He takes off his belt and wraps it around his hand, he then takes off my shirt and turns me around my back facing him. "This won't hurt that much." My father said. *whip!* I suddenly felt pain on my back I feel warm liquid dripping down my back. "ahhh!" I yelled out in pain. *whip!* it hurt, even more, I feel more blood dripping down my back. "ahhhh!!" I yelled louder. *whip* it stung even worse, more blood drips down my back. "ahhhhhhh!!!" I yelled.
"Please stop!" I yelled. "Shut the fuck up you little piece of shit! You were never supposed to be born! Your mother didn't have enough money to take care of you when she was pregnant and still don't have enough money! I begged and begged your mother to kill you when she was still pregnant be she wouldn't listen! She steals money from my bank account to take care of you even tho she has her own! One day....I am going to fix that....do you want to know how??" my father asks creepy. I shake my head no. "When your mother isn't here to protect you...I am going to snap your neck..and kill you!" My father barks, I start to cry harder.
•end of flashback•
I look at myself in the mirror and started crying. I hear something barley and I turn around. There is nothing there. I must be hearing things. I change into some clothes, I put on a short sleeve t-shirt with black and white stripes on it, blue skinny jeans and black connivers. I wipe away my tears and walk out of my room.
(Taylor's perspective)
I wake up and go downstairs to eat breakfast after I'm done I put the bowl in the sink and went upstairs to get dressed. I hear water running in the bathroom, Elizabeth must be taking a shower.
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