Zoey's pov
"Oh yes," Mrs. Hare says coldly, "we'll take good care of her." She grips my arm behind my back, digging her nails into my flesh. I stand there, numbly.
"That's what I thought. Now I need your cell phone before I can leave, Zoey Noel," Tim says. He decided to personally see me delivered back into the clutches of the evil orphanage owner. I silently pull out my phone and pass it to him. He smiles back coldly and puts it in his pocket.
"I hate you," I say finally.
Tim bends down in front of me, smiling wickedly, "I don't care little Miss Zoey Noel." He then stands back upright and turns to go back to his car. With my free hand, I hold up a middle finger.
"Zoey!" Mrs. Hare yells, smacking me across the face, "We do not use gestures like that here. And no inappropriate language." So how do I respond? Naturally I say every curse word I could think of. I don't care anymore.
She grabs me by my hair and drags me up the stairs, to my old room. I notice kids poking their heads out of rooms, pointing at me and whispering.
Yes, I think, it's me, Zoey used-to-be-Irwin. I was adopted by 5 Seconds of Summer. I roll my eyes as the pointing and whispering continues.
"You are to stay here in this room. I will have meals brought up to you. Do you understand me, Zoey Noel? Do not leave this room or else," Mrs. Hare threatens, waving her bony finger in my face. I resist the urge to bite it. She shoves me inside my room, then locks the door. I stumble over to my bed, already crying.
"Oh look, it's the loser," a familiar voice says, as its owner walls into my room.
"Leave me alone, Natalia," I say, my voice wavering.
"What if I don't? Are your precious brothers going to come and rescue you?" She asks. I'm quiet.
"Oh wait," Natalia starts to laugh at me, "they returned you. They didn't want you anymore."
"They signed a contract," I mutter lamely, "They forgot about it."
She rolls her eyes, "Please Zoey, you're so dense. I mean, you don't forget about a contract after you sign it. They were using you."
I look down at the ground, my heart sinking. Was she right?
I shake my head no, "You're wrong, Natalia. They love me. They weren't using me." She sneers, then walks out of my room, slamming the door behind her. I wince at the loud noise. Then sigh in defeat. I flop down onto the lumpy, old bed, not even trying to stop the tears this time. The boys had promised to get me out of here. I just hope they do it soon.
