Safe With Me

Cassie. 19 year old girl. Parents were crazed and abusive people and she was bullied in school. Finally the cops took her away from her violent parents and terrible neighborhood. In a matter of a week she was in her new foster home. The Horan's. But will her crazed parents come back for her and take her back to her dark past or will she stay for the love of her new family?


2. Chapter One


"Get up," my father ordered.

"No," I answered, covering my bare body.

I mostly tried covering the scar that was on my stomach. My father caused it when he hit me with the crowbar. I was not very fond of it.

"It's not your decision," he snapped, pulling me up by my dark brown hair.

"Please, stop. Stop it."

He wouldn't listen, he just kept throwing me around like I was nothing. My room was trashed. Holes in the walls. Blood stains on the carpets. All from my fathers and mothers abuse. And they will never change.

"Don't cover your body. It's not like I've never seen under your clothing before," he said shoving me into the wall.

He tore my hands away and held on to my waist, leaving faint bruises on my hips.

"You're hurting me, stop."

He held on tighter and stared strait over my head. He froze like he didn't know what to do.

I turned around to see Family Services at the door. They took a while before they began to speak.

"Let her go."

He dropped his hands to his sides and put his arms up in surrender shortly after.

"We are taking her away from you. Ma'am, you can go pack and get dressed. We need to get you out of here as quick as possible."

I lingered away from the situation and crept up to my room.

"Where are you going," I heard my mother speak.

"She is getting away from you," the guy who told me to pack was behind me waiting for me to do as I was told.

I covered my body and continued making my way up to my room as the guy took my mother downstairs.

I opened the door to my trashy room and packed clothes, my phone, drawing pads and supplies. I threw them in the luggage and sat on my bed to think of what lies ahead of me.

I don't really want to go. I'm leaving my family, and my friends. I don't have many friends except for Emily. But I would still miss her.

"It's time to go," a man said through the crack of my door.

I got up slowly making my way downstairs. My parents gave me death stares and I was pushed out the door seconds after, with my luggage swinging behind me.

I don't want to leave my family. I know that they hurt me but they are my parents.. I have to love them.

The tall, muscular males lead me to a car with a woman in the drivers seat. I took a seat beside her as she drove away from my home.

"You are going to Mullingar. It's just a temporary home until you find a real home. It's about three hours from here."

"Cool," I replied annoyed.

I stared out the window the rest of the ride and didn't talk at all. The woman kept asking questions but I didn't bother listen or reply. I wanted to be alone. I didn't want to talk. I wanted to go back home.


"We are here," she added to the long conversation she pretty much had with herself.

I looked up from my lap to see a big house with lights shining from the windows, seeping through the curtains, to give rays of light in the dark night.

The lady who drove me to my destination got out to open the door for me.

"Your things are in the trunk. I'll get it."

She opened the trunk to the vehicle to pull out my luggage bags and handed one to me and the other to the lady who just approached us from inside the house.

"Thanks so much, and Cal, have a good stay," she got back in the car and drove off with a simple wave goodbye, leaving me with this stranger.

"My name's Cassie," I mumbled under my breath.

"Hello. Come on. Lets get in the house and then we can talk."

She led me to the wooden door and we walked into a beautiful living room. Black leather sofas and silver walls were arranged in the big room.

"Your room is down this hallway," she said, leading me down a long hallway and opening the door to a beautiful room.

"You didn't have to do all of this for me. I'm not even staying here that long."

The room had purple walls with white sprinkles of white this and that. I didn't want to get comfortable and here I am, more comfortable than ever. I wasn't use to all the attention.

"Anything for your stay," she said sitting at the end of my bed. "So tell me about yourself."

"Well what do you want to know," I stared at her blankly.

"What's your favorite color?"

She was calm and cheerful, it made me feel very welcome.

"Purple," I responded looking at the violet walls in my room.

"That's perfect," she said following my eyes with hers.

After firing a few more questions at me she mentioned that she had children.

"I have a boy, Niall, he is about your age. And a girl that is nine. Her name is Daisy. By the way.. they should be here by now."

Oh gosh.. She is so warm and gentle. I don't want to get comfortable here! I want to go home! Don't get comfortable! Don't get comfortable!

"I almost forgot! If you wanted to know, my name is Michelle, you can call me Shelly," she finished with her warm smile.

"Uh.. Thanks. Thanks for everything."

"No problem sweety. I'll leave you to unpack."

She got up from the bed and closed the door gently behind her.

I sighed and started taking out my books. They were on top of every thing. I placed them on the small bookshelf beside my closet door, facing them up strait so that I could see the titles of them.

I opened the white door to the closet. The walls were painted pink, and white hangers were set on the rail. The closet was huge.

"That's just great," I mumbled to myself.

I dragged my suitcase inside the smaller closet and started hanging jumpers.

Once I was done in the closet I pulled my suitcase to the dresser and emptied it out, only leaving my drawing supplies.

I set them on my bed sense I'm going to be using those things a lot. I stood back to admire my work.


I walked out of my room and headed for the kitchen, looking for Shelly.

"All packed?"

"Yup," I sighed.

I heard the door swing open and a girl walked in the house with bright blue eyes smiling at me.

"That's my children," Shelly said hugging the girl.

I wish I had a family like this. To hug. To greet them with 'I love you's'. When I get those words from my family they aren't real. They use that term to use me. I wanted to hug this family so bad right now. But it's their family. Not mine.

"Where is Niall?" Shelly asked.

"He's coming," Daisy replied, jumping up to hug me.

"You already seem nice," she mumbled in my hair.

I gave a little laugh as I hugged her back. "And you already seem quite friendly."

A boy entered the room. His turquoise eyes met my hazel ones. My gaze quickly met with the floor. I was suddenly nervous and shy. My palms began to become wet.

"This is Niall," his mother said as Niall approached me.

His hands met with mine in a shake. I looked back to his face as I studied his features. They were all perfect. I stared into his blue eyes. His eyes made me feel calm. I melted into his look as he did the same towards me.

"Okay," Niall's mum said trying to pull our hands away. "That's enough."

I realized we have been standing there for a while. Our hands dropped to our sides as my eyes met the floor again. Niall's eyes never left me and it made me turn towards Daisy.

"Come on," Daisy said pulling me in her room.

Her room was also beautiful. Polka dots covered her walls and girly things were scattered in her room.

She sat me on her bed. "I like you."

I giggled at her comment. "Well thanks. I like you too."

"Can you be like, my sister! I've always wanted a sister!"

"Um.. Sure. I guess."


She ran up to me and hugged me.

"I'm going to go to my room now."

"Okay sister," she let me go and winked awkwardly.

I exited her room and made my way to mine. I sprawled out on my bed and grabbed my colored pencils and drawing pad. I began drawing Niall by memory. He was gorgeous.

I haven't studied him that much sense I'm to shy to look at his face, but what I mostly remember about him is his turquoise, light, baby blue eyes.

I slid my pencil across the page to make the outline of his face. I first started with his eyes. The way they shined amazed me. I started to go over his eyelashes until I heard a knock at the door.

"Can I come in?"

A male voice sounded at the other side of the door.

I quickly flipped to a different page so he couldn't see my drawing of him before replying. "COME IN!"
He cracked the door open a little bit before opening it wider so he can creep his body in and shut the door quietly behind him.

"I came in here to talk," he said sitting at the edge of my bed.

"What about?"

"Well.. My mum put you in school. I want to know more about you.. You draw?"

I followed his gaze over to my notebook. He was looking at a picture of my old friend Emily. I forgot to shut it completely.

"Oh.. Um.. Ya."

"Well that's awesome! It's like a real picture!"

My face was still turned towards the drawing of her. I slowing directed my face to Niall's.

"I guess so."

"It is. But, like I was saying, you will be going to school. We are in the same grade. I will be showing you around and hopefully we will have classes together."


That wasn't cool. Nothing was. I'm not even going to be here long. Did they only sign me up so I can get bullied all over again? My head turned back to my lap. Too shy to look at him directly.

"So what's the reason you are here? I mean, like.. trying to find a new home."

I sadly put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. I was close to tears.

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have asked! You can talk to me when you want to though. I'm always here. You can trust me."

He put his index and middle finger below my chin to shift my head up to look in his eyes.

"I am sorry."

"That's okay. Maybe I'll tell you one day. You wouldn't care anyways."

"I will care. I've always cared. I've been living with girls my whole life. I know when some things the matter, if they are lying, and I know how to treat them. I do care."


"Okay. Well go to sleep. School is tomorrow."

He slowly left the room and winked at me before closing the door completely.

He left me in hopes as I continued drawing him. His perfect beautiful face.


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