Scarred. ~Dark Fanfic~

I walked down the corridor of my new school, staring at my shoes, when I bumped into someone. I dared to look up. I slowly raised my head to find a curly haired boy, with an evil grin spread across his face. He had green orbs, that penetrated your soul. He wore black combat boots, a leather jacket completed with a skull shirt and bandana. I knew who he was. Harry Styles.

Please note that this is all made up and Harry Styles would never do this.


19. Taken.

"Go away!" I screamed as the pounding on the door continued. Despite my attempts, the pounding continued. "Eugh!" I screamed, hauling myself up, from my crouching position against the door. I swung the door open, expecting to see Harry, but no.
"Hello?" I asked, confused. Standing in front of me, was a tall, skinny man, wearing glasses perched on the end of his oddly shaped nose. He wore a blue stripy shirt, with a black jacket on top, with only a few bottom buttons done up. He wore smart trousers, neatly ironed, which were so baggy, they needed about four belts to keep them up.
"Erm, yes, I'm Steve. Steve Hughes from social service." He stuttered. I gave him a puzzled look. Why would he be here?
"Okay?" I asked.
"I'm here for Becky."
"WHAT!" I screamed.
"Becky. I had reports you left her here for two weeks with no supervision, and you have no parents. Am I correct?" 
"Yes but-" 
"No buts. I'll be back in an hour to collect Becky. And don't try and run, because we will find you." Steve said seriously, but finished with a smile. Before I could say anything, he was gone. No. No no no no no no! They can't do that! Who even told them?
"Ugh!" I screamed as the table flew.
"K-Ky?" Becky stuttered. I swung my head to the top of the stairs, to find Becky, sitting by the top of the stairs.
"Becky, come here. I need to talk to you." I whispered.
"I know. I heard everything." She cried.
"Oh Becky, I'm so sorry." I whispered. I could feel the lump in my throat, and the tears prickling in my eyes.
"What's going to happen to me?" She sobbed, jumping into my arms.
"I honestly don't know. Maybe you'll go to a foster home." I whispered.
"But I don't want to!" She screamed.
"I know, I know." I whispered. I had to be strong for her. "Go and get your things ready." I whispered. She slowly nodded and ran off upstairs. I was dazed. What just happened?
"I'm ready Ky." Becky smiled weakly.
"I'm gonna visit you every chance I have." I whispered, pulling her into another hug.
"I hope so." She whispers. "Just one thing Ky." Becky says into my shoulder.
"What's that?" I ask.
"Don't forget me." Becky sobbed.
"How could I forget you?" I cried. I was balling. I pulled away from the hug when the door was knocked.
"I'm here for Becky now." Said the same man I spoke to an hour ago.
"No! You can't take her! Please!" I screamed.
"I'm sorry miss Davies." He said, giving me a sympathetic smile. He reached his hand out and grabbed Becky's arm.
"KYRA!" Becky screamed. The man pulled Becky out the door,
"Becky! No! Don't do this!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face. I ran up the path Becky was being pulled down. "Where is she going?" I shouted.
"To a new foster home." The man replied calmly.
"NO! Please!" I screamed. I broke down. I fell to the ground in a fit of sobs.
"Kyra, It's okay!" Becky smiled.
"No Becky it's not! I should have been here for you! I'm sorry." I sobbed. The man shoved Becky into a car, and began to drive off. "NO!" I screamed, running down the road after them, but it was no use. She was gone, forever. I fell onto the road, crying. I hear a car horn, but I don't move. The person gets out of the car, and I can hear them running towards me.
"Go away." I cried.
"Hey, It's okay. Let's get you inside." That voice. I know that. I looked up at the person, but my vision was so blurred by my tears I couldn't work out who it was. I wiped my eyes, smudging my mascara, but I honestly didn't care. 
"What are you doing here?" I asked, ripping my arm away from his grasp. "Why can't you just leave me alone? I've got too much going on right now!" I yelled, running into the house, and slamming the door. 
I'm on my own now. I only have Marcel.

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