This Isn't Happening

I have had a troubled life. I have lived in care all of my life.... until now. A family who haven't even met me, swept me off my feet and took me away. How do they know me? Why me? It was only then I realised my new foster brother would be Louis Tomlinson...


3. Amy P.O.V

I could see the boy looking at me. He looked uncomfortable and embarrassed to be here.I was so nervous i could barely look at them. Mike hissed in my ear " be nice and say something you good for nothing bitch!" Maybe these people could rescue me from this corrupted care system. The mother started a conversation. "Hello, I'm Susan, I would love it if we could get to know each other Amy, how old are you?" she asked gently. "15" I whispered. The boy looked at me for a split second. "Our Louis is 15 too, you'll enjoy each other's company when we foster you." The boy, Louis' head shot up. I was so shocked I couldn't object. All our eyes locked. Susan looked very gentle, but so did my father, the husband looked worried and Louis looked upset, extremely upset. I let my hair fall in front of my eyes so no one could see my expression. Mike spoke. "What amazing news! Now Amy, would you like to go and pack?" he whispered as i went outside," Make it quick, i want to see the back of you." Then he asked if Louis would like to come to my room and help. He didn't say anything but got up from his chair. As we walked upstairs, he spoke for the first time. " My name is Louis, what's yours ?" "Amy" I whispered so quietly i could barely hear myself. "Nice to meet you. I led him up to my room without saying a word. As he walked in, he made a face when he saw my sheets. " They are so dirty! Have you never had them washed?" I shook my head. "They only clean them when visitors arrive," I whispered. " I'm going to report these people; this is unacceptable. "No!" I said more loudly."If you do that they will kill me and punish me, please don't!" Louis looked very surprised at my outburst. "Punish you? What do you mean?" "If you speak out, they will hit you, kick you and lock you in your room for hours on end." Louis nodded.

"Lets get you out of here Amy" he said. I shoved some of the few possessions I had into a bag and left the room with Louis. As we walked down the stairs, he squeezed my hand tightly. I was so shocked I pulled away quickly. I looked up at him.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" he said.

"No, it's ok, it's just, no one has ever held my hand before." I said, quickly looking away. Our eyes locked and he smiled a gentle smile. Maybe this may not be so bad.

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