Persecute

Keona's POV

"Oh my god, Keona I'm so sorry. I didn't know anything about this." Mrs. Marvel, my foster mom, cried.

"How could you not know?" I asked in a calming tone.

"Well he used to do this," She admitted, "But he stopped for a few years. I had no idea he started up again."

I nodded, "I'm sorry about your husband Mrs. Marvel."

"Please, call me mom." She gave a half-hearted smile.

"Mom?"

"Keona, I'm going to adopt you. You've been through so much trama, you need someone to support you and care for you. I will be that person, and we can get through your problem together." She held my hand as she spoke.

Tears brimmed my eyes, "T-Thank you. I really don't know what to say."

"Now c'mon, let's get you home and you can take a nice warm shower." She handed me a bag, "These are some clothes for you to change into."

I grabbed the bag and stumbled over to the bathroom. I locked the door and stripped down. I looked in the mirror and saw that almost every part of me was covered in bruises. I turned around and saw that my back was way worse.

I pursed my lips and quickly put on my clothes. Luckily it was a sweater and a pair of joggers, so no one would see the bruises on me, other then my face.

I found a hair brush at the bottom of the bag. I brushed through all the tangles. Then I splashed some water on my face to make me feel someone okay. I knew that it would take a long time to shake the dirty feeling off of me.

I walked out of the bathroom and saw Mrs- I mean mom signing the discharge papers. She put the pen down and smiled at me.

"Come on, let's get you home." She put a hand on my shoulder as we walked out.

"Did the others leave?" I asked.

"Well it is 3 am, so I'm afraid they had to." It was already morning? Wow.

"Oh." I sighed and pressed the elevator button.

We both walked to the car and I sat down and leaned my head on the window. Things are really bad, I mean people say they'll get better, but when?

I've been suffering my whole life, and I just need a break. Not a break as in a vacation, I mean to be happy. If I knew what it would be like to be happy for just a day, then that would be nice.

"I called your principle at school and told him that you won't be at school for awhile. Zayn said that he would bring you the homework." She said breaking the silence.

I just nodded and crossed my arms. I'm mentally and physically tired, but I don't know how to fix it. Physically, I can just rest. But I have no idea what to do mentally.

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"Morning, I made breakfast." Mom cheered as I walked downstairs.

It's going to be hard to get used to calling her mom. I'm so not used to that, I've never really had a mother. And since I'm older, I'll always remember that.

I sat down, "Looks good. Thank you."

She put a bowl full of mixed fruit in front of me and a glass of milk. I ate most of it and went back upstairs and just layed down on my bed. I stared at the blank ceiling.

"God why am I such a fuck up?" I asked myself.

"Keona! Someone is here to see you!" Mom called.

I walked downstairs, to see a smiling Gemma. "Hey, I'm taking you shopping."

"I don't know-"

"I never asked you. I told you, now get dressed." She gave me a slight shove.

I rolled my eyes and ran upstairs and changed into black jeans, my white quarter-sleeve blouse and tab boots. I put on a gold necklace and brushed my hair really quick and I grabbed my phone.

"Ready?" Gemma asked as I walked downstairs.

I nodded, "I'll see you later, mom!" I yelled.

"Bye, have fun!" She called back.

As we walked to the car, Gemma was smirking. "Mom?"

"She's adopting me."

"That's so great! I'm glad to hear that." She hugged me, "Now let's go."

Notes

Hey guys, or girls. So I know it's a short chapter but I'm at the doctor and he just walked in and he's askinf my dad questions so I'm just posting now.

The one and only Aby will update next :)

xx Jules