Adopted by Luke Hemmings

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I sigh to myself as I sit on the window seal seat, staring outside as it rains. It's usually calming, but it is just making my depression episode worse.

Ashton confronted the doctors here about my actions lately and they knew. They just freaking knew. So now I'm on medication to help me with my emotions and feelings.

"Luke?" Ashton spoke from the doorway.

I look at him, "Yeah?"

"Can we talk?" he asks as he points to the chair next to my window seal seat.

I nodded and he sat down.

"It's about you," Ashton spoke.

"Ash-"

"No Luke, let me say this. We're worried about you. I've personally never been so worried about someone before in my life besides my younger siblings and parents. You are scaring the shit out of me. When the doctors told us you were going through this, Michael cried his eyes out. And Michael never cries over mostly anything. Please take your medicine and please come back to your old self. None of us like this Luke, he scares us."

I sniffled and broke down into tears.

"I'm sorry," I cried, "I just feel like I'm in a hole that I'll never get out of. Like I'll never see the light of happiness again."

Ashton hugged me as I cried and softly spoke, "Luke, calm yourself. Everything is going to be fine."

"Daddy?" someone mumbled quietly.

My head shot up my Ashton's shoulder and Emma had waken up.

"Oh my god," I spoke as we dashed to her bedside.

I grab her hand and hold it tightly in my quite larger one.

"Baby, I'm so sorry this happened to you," I spoke.

"It's okay," she whispered as she gave me a weak, but loving smile.

"Can I ask a question?" she asked me.

I nodded, "Anything. What is it?"

"Why does my body hurt from here to here," she spoke as she indicated that she was hurting from her hips to her ankles.

Damn the asshole that raped her.

"Sweets, you were hurt down there in that area range. It's gonna hurt for a while," Ashton explained as I nodded.

Nice way of explaining.

"Then how come I have these too and they don't hurt?" she asked as she pulled the blanket off her and rose her hospital gown up.

Her stomach was covered in bruises and cuts.

Tears sprang my eyes as I tried not to cry. The thought of his hands on her physically made me sick. Ashton patted my back as I wiped my mouth with a napkin.

"Because he did worse things to you down there then up here," I spoke as I carefully caressed a bruise.

My poor baby.

"Daddy don't touch," she spoke as tears rolled down her small flustered cheeks

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry," I spoke as I removed my hand away from her.

Ashton wasn't holding his tears in. At all.

"Uncle Ashton, you need a cuddle," Emma spoke as he looked at her and smiled.

"I'll be back later," I spoke as I kissed her cheek.

"Where's Uncle Cal?" she whined as Ashton climbed into the bed with her, wrapping his large arms around her protectively.