Scars Don't Fade (1D Adoption)

Twenty-Four

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Blake

I wake up in a bed, alone. The lights are off and it's dark. The memories are coming back.

Please, no. Don't think. Don't think. Tune them out, c'mon. Don't think. Just fall back asleep.

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The darkness fades as the door opens.
Please, just leave me alone.

I hear his humming, please, I'm only 7. Please leave.

"Blake," My father sings. "Where's my little bitch?"

Please, no. He's drunk.

He finds me easily, since I can't go anywhere because of the chain around my neck.

"Come here,"

I shake my head. Please.

He grabs me and piece by piece, I'm bare. Piece by piece, my walls grow. Piece by piece, my trust disappears. Piece by piece, my heart shrinks. Finally, piece by piece, I lose hope.

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I wake up, again, screaming. The I cry for the loss of my childhood, I cry for the loss of my innocence. I cry for the scars that won't fade. The worst kind of scars. The mental ones. I just want to forget. I want it to end.

They boys all pile in my room, startled by my screams, and pleads.

Harry is the first to reach me, he goes to touch my arm and quickly backpeddles and looks at me, still alarmed.

Shocking both him and myself, I throw myself at him, drenching his warm chest with my cold, wet tears.

He wastes no time in circling me in his embrace, rubbing my back and hair.

"What happend?" I hear Niall ask. The gentleness in his voice is comforting.

I feel the bed dip as they all sit down. One by one, they all surround us.

"Love, boo, what happend?" Louis is the one who asks, this time.

I shake my head, puffs of air escape my lips as I cry, my while body shaking with every breath.

I feel about three more hands rubbing my back. Where's the last one? Maybe he's too far away.

Suddenly, I'm pulled backwards, towards someone else and I feel a zippy cup pressed to my still shakey lips. Tears still falling.

"Drink up, honey." I hear Liam say. I shake my head again. I can't I'll choke.

"Baby, calm down. Shh, it's okay. Can you drink this for us?" Zayn tries to persuade me.

"Honey, please. It will make you feel better." Harry turn. I sigh at this comment and turn towards Liam. My hand reached out.

I curl towards Harry, cup in hand as I take slow sips.

They continue running my back encouragingly. As I empty the cup. I hand it back and again face Harry's chest.

As we sit there in the quiet, I feel my eyes droop, as my mind becomes foggy.

No. I try to sit up to shake the sleep, but I become more drowsy.

I begin to struggle and cry.

Please don't make me sleep.

"Shh, shh, it's okay. Don't fight. Shh," I hear Louis say.

I cry harder as my vision goes black. And I can't anymore. The tears keep coming, but my movement haults.

Please

Harry

As Blake's tears stop, along with her consciousness, I feel terrible. She obviously afraid to sleep.

"Boys, are we sure we should have knocked her out? She's clearly terrified." I state, still feeling terrible.

"She needs rest. She's a child. We did what we needed to." Liam's fatherly side shows.

I sigh and surrender.

"Someone should stay here, incase she wakes," Zayn points out. Good idea, Bad Boi.

"I will lads, go on back to sleep." Niall's tired voice, is heard.

"Okay mate, goodnight." We all wave and leave to our own beds.

Hopefully tomorrow nights better.

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