Adopted by Emma Watson.

【ｅ ｉ ｇ ｈ ｔ】

mentions of abuse!

"What happened was, when I was y-younger, my father he- he would get so mad, just bluntly angry. See the- the thing is when I when I was little my my mother died, and he- when he wasn't sob-sober he wou-would blame me f-for her death, and I- I was just seven so I di-didn't know any better," I paused, I was really telling, "Sometimes making me cry wasn't enough for him. Sometimes, well most of the time he'd hit-hit me, well not hit," I laughed scratching the back of my head, "see-see he would beat me. Sometimes I'd cry, that's when it got worse, the times I cried, I would crawl to my bed to lazy to clean and fix myself."

She looked at me with tear filled eyes, "The kids at school weren't really any better, you know cuts on your face didn't exactly help fit me in, but I tired, tried to be like other girls, and try to be like other kids, imagine that. A little girl with cuts on her face, and marks on her arms, doesn't fit in? Who would think? Anyways, a year later, the only reason I ended up in an orphanage was because he hit a guy at his job, and they ended up finding out he hit me, he laid out a list of threats, once he gets out he said he'd kill me," I looked at her, "Oh my god, I didn't mean to-" I was cut off with the tightest hug I'd ever had in my life. It was so tight I felt as though I was safe.

It was weird, I felt every word she ever wanted to say, any word she wanted me to hear, I felt. I trusted her now, she deserved it. Normally when I told people that they just said sorry, she didn't speak not right away. We stood by the front door.. in the cold... hugging. Most people would've thought it strange, but I didn't care. She was home. She was safe. And in this moment that is really all that mattered to me anymore. And maybe part of me hated to admit that Mina had made the right call- I would never tell that one-toe longer than the other- woman that ever.

"I am sorry, and I feel like that doesn't mean much, and my sorry isn't going to make it feel any better, but I need you to know I am," she spoke softly, like if she spoke any louder she'd break me. I smiled at her, at least she understood sympathy didn't make anyone feel better. She unlocked the door and tossed the keys in the dish beside the door.

"Emma." she turned around, "I am really glad I am here, it may not seem like it, but I am," she smiled, making her way to the kitchen. I climbed the stairs to my room, finally able to check on Emily. Dear god I hope she's okay, at least I had her and Emma. I loved that lizard, that was for sure.

But Emma was right, there was no amount of sorries in the world to patch over what happened. It was damage done, there was nothing that could've changed what happened, not now anyways. It was a burden I would always have to carry with me, that I was always in the eyes of my father; his biggest mistake.

But I had Emma now, she didn't ever do anything to hurt me. I was glad, maybe things could work out. Maybe I could get the family I always wanted, part of me was excited, the other part always on alert for bad things to come.

So I just had to wing it and pray.