Just Another Adopted By 1D Story [:

Amelia is fourteen. She has a broken past and she's been severely abused (emotionally and physically) by her stepfather. The only thing that keeps her alive is her love for One Direction. When her stepfather gets taken away and she begins to live in an orphanage, she realizes that her awful past is behind her, but she's still emotionally scarred. And when she hears that she's going to get adopted by none other than One Direction, her five idols, her life takes an interesting turn for the better... but what happens when her evil stepfather escapes from prison? Read on to find out :)

*A/N: DON'T HATE ME. I KNOW THIS IS A CLICHE PLOT BUT I WANTED TO TRY IT OUT. I'M NOT THE BEST WRITER SO NO HATE PLEASE. ENJOY THE STORY [:*

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2. Hurt

 

Chapter Two

*Amelia's POV*

As I was crying into my pillow, I heard the front door open. Shit, he was home. I quickly wiped my eyes to erase all evidence that I was crying. My stepdad (whose name was Rick) hated when people cried. He said only weak people cried. I didn't want to be tortured more.

"Honey, I'm home," Rick's awful voice echoed throughout the house, followed by a sinister, sarcastic laugh. I grit my teeth; I knew he'd been drinking because his speech was slurred. As usual. 

"Come down here and give your old daddy a hug" 

I sucked in a breath. I hated his hugs - he always suffocated me and touched me in places I didn't like to be touched. It was never out of kindness, those hugs. But if I didn't hug him, he'd hit me. He wasn't even my real father. 

"I-I'm busy," I called, my voice shaking slightly.

"Now that's a lie, you bitch," my stepdad growled from downstairs, and I winced at the word. "Come downstairs and stop being ungrateful or I'll have no choice but to beat you senseless." I knew that threat was real. It scared the crap out of me every time. Slowly I made my way over to my mirror and straightened out my clothes. I was wearing a tight black tank top and yoga pants, my hair in a bun. Rick liked me to look neat and presentable, at least when he wasn't beating me. He also liked when I had bruises all over my body. 

My eyes were red from crying and mascara dripped down my cheeks. I wiped it away until it looked like I wasn't crying anymore. Then with shaking legs I walked downstairs, dreading what was coming. 

My stepdad was waiting for me at the foot of the stairs. "You look like shit," he told me, grabbing me by the collar as soon as I got down the stairs. I could feel his hot, stinky breath on my face. He laughed coldly when I cringed, somehow delighted by my discomfort, and slapped me right across the face. It burned, but I grit my teeth through the pain to keep from crying. His eyes were cold and hard and emotionless. "You know that? You look like fucking shit, you fat little pig."

I sucked in a breath. "Why are you so mean to me?" I whispered softly, my voice shaking.

Anger flashed across his face and it was the scariest thing I'd ever seen. Guess that was the wrong thing to say. 

"Honey, you don't know the first thing about mean. All you are is a fucking ungrateful little bitch. You should be happy. I put a fucking roof over your head and this is what I get?" he screamed in my face. 

Then, out of the blue, he took me by the shoulders and slammed me forcefully against the wall. I cried out in pain as my head hit the wall, making me dizzy. Despite the fact that I'd promised myself I wouldn't cry, tears streamed down my face as he began punching me all over. My arms, my legs, my stomach. Then he threw me to the ground by the collar, choking me in the process. He threw me down so hard I spit out blood. I began to scream as he started kicking me in the ribs. Oh God. Someone, anyone, help me!

"Stop! Please!" I begged. 

And he did. 

My eyes widened as I heard his footsteps walk away. Had he actually listened to me? I squeezed my eyes shut against the unbearable pain. I hurt all over.

Suddenly, I had an idea. Slowly, I got up, wincing in pain. I couldn't use my leg and there was a piercing pain in my side and stomach, but somehow I managed to limp over to the phone in the living room and with shaking fingers dial 911. It was finally time that he should be arrested; I couldn't deal with the abuse anymore.

"911, what's your emergency?" 

"M-my stepdad, he keeps abusing me, and he's doing it right now. I can't use one of my legs and my stomach and sides really hurt where he punched me. I-I don't feel safe and I feel threatened. Please, just please help me." I whispered into the phone, my voice shaking. I wiped tears that had fallen from my eyes.

"WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO, YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BITCH?" I heard Rick yell at the top of his lungs. My heart pounded so loud I thought it was going to burst out of my chest. I turned back to the phone. "Oh God, that was him," I whimpered, beginning to sob softly. 

"Okay, sweetie, just stay calm. The police will be arriving very soon.to take him away. Hang in there."

I heard the pounding of his footsteps as he walked into the room. My heart nearly stopped. He had a sinister smile on his face and a knife in his hand.

"I'm gonna teach you a real good lesson," Rick said as he slowly made his way towards me, his eyes as hard as steel. I was scared out of my mind. I knew running away would be no use. I couldn't fight back. What was I going to do? 

Trembling in fear, I could only squeeze my eyes shut as my stepfather lifted the knife in the air above me, ready to plunge into my body and kill me. 

And then a miracle happened. 

The police burst through the door and rushed into the living room, guns out and pointed right at my stepfather. Rick dropped the knife, a shocked expression on his face. 

"FREEZE! ARE YOU HER STEPFATHER?" one of the policeman asked angrily.

"What the fuck is it to you?" my stepfather spat nastily. 

"YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR CHILD ABUSE AND ATTEMPTED MURDER. ANYTHING YOU SAY CAN OR WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU IN COURT OF LAW." The police then grabbed him and handcuffed him as he struggled and screamed against it. I just watched as tears of shock streamed down my face.

"I'LL COME BACK FOR YOU, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! THIS ISN'T THE END! I'LL KILL YOU! I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I'LL KILL YOU!" Rick cried as they took him away. 

My mouth dropped open and the world was spinning around me. I was traumatized and shaking with fear. I crumpled onto the ground, silently sobbing. This was just too much for me to handle. I could hear the sirens outside. Some paramedics came and loaded me into the ambulance, saying soothing and nice words to me. As we drove away, I couldn't help but think of what my stepdad had said; though I knew he'd never be able to hurt me again. That thought brought a smile to my face. I was now free. I didn't have to worry about being tortured anymore.

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*Louis POV*

We adopt our new kid in a week or so. The adoption agency we have chosen is in Los Angeles, California. I have to say, I'm kind of excited. But I don't know what to expect. What is my daughter going to be like? I don't know. But honestly, I'm quite psyched about the whole thing. All I can say is, I know it'll be an adventure for all of us. The boys had quite the reaction to my news...

*Harry POV* 

We're adopting a KID?? Wow. That's definitely something I wasn't expecting. I'm not sure I like this, but as long as the little girl doesn't call me Dad, we'll be fine. I'm not sure I'm ready for that responsibility, but maybe Boobear is right. Maybe this will be fun. I'm not really sure.

*Liam POV*

I'm called Daddy Direction for a reason. I'm the mature, responsible one- everyone knows that. So maybe I can help keep everything in line when we adopt that kid. I don't exactly know what Simon was thinking, but he's the boss, so I'll just go with it.

*Niall POV*

We're adopting a child? Huh. That's... interesting, but kind of cool, actually. All I'm saying is, she better not hog all the food! (A/N: OH NIALL)

*Zayn POV*

Hmm. 1D, adopting a kid? I bet no boy band's ever done this before. It's original and unique, so I like the idea. I'm not sure I like the idea of being called Uncle Zayn by a kid I barely know, though. I hope she's not too hyper. Maybe we can connect some. I just really want the best for her when we take her home, because you never know what her past may be like.

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