I was a little nervous getting into a car full of strong, adult, men, who could easily hit, kick, or yell at me.
"So, Lizzie, tell us about yourself." Jack said.
"Well," I hesitated, what if Zack remembers his promise, what if Rian remembers our friendship? Would they keep me or send me back? I may have to pull a fake story out of my ass.
"Lizzie?" Alex asked.
"What?" I said, I must have paused longer than I thought.
"You were shaking" said Zack, who, until that moment, I didn't even know was with us.
"You don't have to tell us anything about your past or anything" said Jack quickly, trying not to make me uncomfortable "Let's start easy, what's you favorite colour?"
"Urm, I don't really like singular colours, I like mixtures, but my favorite mixture is dark purple and blue."
"Okay, well, what kind of animals do you like?" Asked Rian.
"I like dogs, cats, hedgehogs, and snowy wolves." I said.
"Getting a bit exotic are we?" Said Alex. We fell into a comfortable silence and stayed that way for the next fifteen minutes of the ride to their- well I guess our, house. It was so similar to the one I had run from all those years ago. I didn't notice that I was shaking again but Rian did, and he set his hand on my arm to try and calm me down, I let out a startled yelp, not expecting the contact. He lifted his hand quickly, apologizing profusely.
"Lizzy, I'm so sorry, I-" He started.
"Rian!" I said, not quite yelling, but forcefully. "It's okay." He looked uncertain, and the rest of the guys had turned around, making me uncomfortable, but left the situation alone.
Alex signaled for us all to get out, and as I only had one suitcase, I was shown to my room quickly and left with orders to get comfortable and a promise that we'd go shopping soon.
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I showed Lizzie to her room and went downstairs assuming that she'd want some time to gather her thoughts before talking to the guys. As soon as my foot hit the floor, the guys started talking. Well, yelling really.
"What was that?"
"What the hell did you do, Rian?"
"How were you so calm about that?"
"Guys! Shut up!" I yelled. They all got quiet immediately and stared at me. Jack was looking at me like I had just kicked his puppy. "Sorry, Jack. Okay guys, one at a time. Zack first."
" Rian, what the hell was that?"
"I was trying to calm her down I didn't know she would freak out!" He said. Rather loudly.
"Calm down!" Said Jack
"Sorry. . ." Rian said, slightly quieter.
"Okay, Jack, any questions?" He shook his head in response. "Rian?"
"Yeah actually, why were you so relaxed?"
"She just has a bad past. That's why she reacted that way. I was aware that that might happen so I wasn't freaked out by it. Now I have a question for you and Zack. Did you know Lizzy before today?"
"No, why?" Said Zack
"No, definitely not mate. Why are you asking?" Rian said. He seemed a bit bothered by the question so, I decided to leave it for later.
"Nevermind" I said.
Lizzie
Well that hurts. I mean, I'm not sure what they'd do if they remembered me, but it still hurts that they don't. I knew them for years and they got famous and forgot about me. The one thing they promised they'd never do. I had heard the whole conversation whilst hiding behind a wall. Their yelling had drawn me downstairs, I wasn't used to not being the one getting in trouble. I turned to go back to my room when I accidentally knocked over a can that was on the floor. Shit! Why does their house have to be so messy?
"Did you guys hear something?" Damn it Jack, they didn't hear it, you had to bring attention to it? I heard footsteps getting closer, I looked around for a place to hide and saw a small cupboard. It was kind of dark and smelly but it would work. I jumped into it. The footsteps got louder and I started quietly crying. The situation reminding me too much of my foster father.
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FanfictionMy life didn't used to be this horrific. I didn't used to have to deal with bullies or my father's abuse. He actually used to be a loving, caring, fully functional, human being. That all changed when my mother died. My father became abusive and blam...
