Adopted

Mum died when I was 4 and ever since my father has been abusive and sometimes he would even bring his 'friends' from the bar back home. I dived into the slim gap behind the ancient sofa and pushed myself against the cold wall, scared. "I SAID WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE SLUT?!" he boomed again, so loud I had to put my hands to my ears mid-sentence. He storms into the room, nearly snapping the door off of its hinges before he slowly turns to me, smiling like the devil would. "There you are! Thought you would hide from me?!" he snickers deviously as he throws the small sofa across the room like it was as light as a feather. He picks me up by the scruff of my blouse and throws me to the floor viciously, earning a whimper from me. He goes down on one knee he hits me...once, twice and three times before I drift into a painful slumber...

*End of dream* What happens when Isla is told she's being adopted? Will she freak? Will everything fall into place?