SHATTERED

1| ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ

I was born into a middle class family living in Manchester. My mum and dad were very encouraging to me. They didn't care if my right eye was smaller than the left. They didn't care that I was smaller than most kids at school. No, they loved me for me, they loved me because I was their daughter.

I was seven years old when my biological father had come and taken me from my family. I remember that day so clearly, like it was yesterday.

***

I had come home from a play date with my neighbour.

When I opened the door, seven year old me saw a man with tattoos all over his right arm, wearing it like a sleeve. The man was standing next to my mother and step-father with his arms crossed.

"She is my daughter. She has my genetics, my blood and she belongs with me." The man said. I remember looking confused.

I slowly walked in and all heads turned to me. The man didn't bat a single eye before he walked to me and tilted my chin up to look him in the eyes. He had green eyes, just like me, and jet black curly hair. My hair was a very dark brown like my mothers but it was indeed very curly.

"Who are you?" I asked the man. He smirked and let go of my chin, bobbing down to my unusually small height.

"I am your father, Elijah Dagger. You are my daughter Lyanna." He said smiling. In my head, I didn't think he was scary at all, in fact, I believed him.

"You're my daddy?" I asked confused. "How can I have two daddies?" I said pointing to my step-father, who at the time I believed was my real father.

My so-called father looked back at my step-father with a glare and looked back at me. "That man has been lying to you. He may have raised you, but I am your real blood father Lyanna. That man is your step-father, a man who stole my love."

I was only seven years old. I didn't know what was good for me, so I copied the man who called himself my father and glared at my step-father, a man who had so much care for me.

"Come Lyanna, you will be safe with me." He said, putting his hand out for me to grab. I slipped my hand into his and walked out with him, leaving my mother and step-father in shock.

My mother cried and grabbed my hand from behind. "Lya, please don't go. Your dad and I love you very much. Just because you don't share the same blood, that doesn't mean he isn't your family." She sobbed.

"You lied to me Mummy. I'm going to go with my Daddy." I had said. And with that, my father and I walked out of the house, leaving my parents in a shocked sobbing mess.

***

When we arrived at my father's big mansion, he held my hand and led me inside with a warm smile. I remember the mansion looking very big, like very big. The mansion had three floors with marble floors and mahogany doors. There were vases made with real gold and stairs that had real silver lining.

I was only seven, so of course I gaped at the sight. I think anyone would, no matter what age. My father chuckled at my surprised face.

"This is going to be your new home Lyanna." He said as he took off his coat. There stood a man next to my father who looked around the same age as him. He held his coat and smiled softly at me.

"This is Ethan, my best friend and my secretary." My father said, pointing to Ethan. "He has been by my side for many years and hopefully one day, he'll be there for you." My father smiled.

He looked around the room, leaning against the front of his desk. "This will be all yours when you're older and you're room is upstairs. Niall will show you." He walked to me and bobbed down to my height. Giving me a light kiss on my forehead, he strolled into his office and shut the door.

I wasn't sure who this Niall person was but when I turned around, there was this man who looked around twenty.

"Hello Lyanna. My name is Niall. I am going to be your caretaker." He smiled. Not knowing what a caretaker was, I just simply nodded, being shy and not having much of a talking history.

Yes, even now, I never talk a lot. Talking is a waste of time. If you talk too much, you never end up knowing what your talking about and you end up blurting something out that you didn't mean to.

Niall extended his hand to me. I grabbed it and we walked up the marble steps to the third floor which held the bedrooms. There were mostly likely around ten bedrooms on the floor. Each room had large wooden doors painted white with different designs.

He opened a door which had a gorgeous flower design painted at the top corner. "This is your room." Niall smiled.

The room had purple and blue walls with flower designs in the corners. There was a study table on one corner with a swivel chair and a large bed in the middle of the room with pink sheets with a teddy in the middle. The teddy was a creme colour with star patterns on the ears and paws.

Climbing onto the bed, I grabbed the teddy and turned to Niall, smiling. "Is this mine?" I asked.

He nodded, putting his hands into his pockets. "Yup! That teddy is all yours." He smiled. "So is everything in this room. There is a connecting bathroom and closet with the room and the closet has all your clothes. If you ever need anything, don't be afraid to ask. I can buy you anything and everything you need." He gave me one last soft smile as he walked out of my room and shut the door.

I took a deep breath in and fell onto the bed. I was so small that the bed could probably fit five more people with me in it. There was a clock on my nightstand and it was almost 10 pm.

I grabbed my teddy and slid under the covers. I remember thinking that maybe this was all for the best, even though my daddy didn't come to say goodnight or give me a goodnight kiss, I thought that my life would be better.

Oh, how wrong I was.