Adopted By The Wrong Number: Chris Evans Fanfic: Part 2

Chapter 16- A Week

It's been a week since Chris went on the airplane. I've been trying to watched every interview he has been in. I miss him. Uncle Scott and Uncle Zach are great, but I do miss my dad.

I just got outta school, and rehearsal. I got home, said hi to Scott and Zach, ate something, then went to my room. Marisol and Mike were supposed to come today, but they cancled today. They had something to deal with.

I just sat on my bed, with my guitar on hand. I didn't know whether I felt like playing or not. I decided not. Today was a bad day, bad days sucks. I haven't cut since October, which would be about 6 months.

Quite frankly sometimes I miss it. Of course I don't tell anyone about that, cause I don't need them worrying about something they shouldn't have to worry about. I just, today just started bad. First it started with a nightmare, then Marisol and Mike didn't get to school till lunch, Kyle is still trying to flirt, and Raymen is just.

Raymen is just being cool right now. Then rehearsal, one of the seniors forgot abunch of his ques, so that was annoying. Then to top it all off apparently we has an assingment do for english. A poem, and I didn't do it.

I checked the time. I hated these days, the days were anxiety is under control of your whole dam body, and you can't help but feel anxious. It just- I can't describe it.

I decided just to go shower, then sleep. I grabbed my change of clothes, and showered. When I came out I just brushed out my wet hair, and put it into a braid.

I layed on my bed, and closed my eyes.

It was dark, nothing seen. I saw myself chained, I saw myself screaming in pain when she burnt me, when she hit me. I couldn't move, I was to weak. It transitioned to me in the bathroom still with aunt. Stitching up, bandaging everything. I saw myself looking into the cabinet, I saw me grabs my aunts razor and break it apart. I was crying, I did it. I cut myself for the first time. It transitioned again to that horrid day. She said clean, that she was going to have a visitor. I went into my room, I did homework. She came in yelled at me, next thing you know he's forcing me.

I jumped outta my bed. I backed away toward the wall, shaking. Why must I be like this. Why can't I just forget, just let me forget. I just slid down the wall. Dodger who was on my bed, came with me, laid down on my lap.

We just sat there, me petting him, and I'm pretty sure he's asleep. I was able to reach my phone, so I grabbed it. It is currently 12:30, I was asleep for 4 hours. I decided to text Chris.

Hope:
Hey dad

Slut For Tom Brady:
Hello

Wait isn't it 12 over there?

Hope:
yeah?

Hope has changed Slut For Tom Brady to Dad

Dad:
Why are you up?

Hope:
I woke up

And now I can't sleep

Dad:
Did you try?

Hope:
No. I didn't want to close my eyes and I still don't want to

Dad:
Nightmare?

Hope:
yeah

I just don't want to go back to sleep.