Adopted By All Time Low

Chapter 17

Zack's pov

What? She's just a little girl, what could be hurting her so bad that she feels the need to physically take it out on herself? The room was filled with nothing but silence. I wanted to move. I wanted to hug her and tell her everything was go to be ok and that I was there for her, but I was frozen. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I was just standing there; paralyzed as a few tears escaped my eyes. Alex was leaning against a chair. He looked pissed and I knew he wanted to cry. Jack was the one who recovered first and stepped toward her as Rian stormed upstairs.

Jack's pov

I sat down on the ottoman in front of her. She was staring daggers at Alex.

"Blake?" She turned her attention towards me.

"Can I see them?" I asked softly. She was scared and didn't look me in the eyes. She shook her head.

"I'm not going to touch them, I just want to see how many there are." I told her. She took a shaky breath as she slowly rolled up the left sleeve to the jacket she was wearing. I saw them. From the start of her wrist, to the part where her elbow bends, scars of old and new littered her skin. Some of them looked like they were made only hours ago.

She was staring at her arm with disappointment, disgust, and what looked like slight satisfaction; like she deserved every cut and scar that was carved into her skin. I tilted her chin up so she would look me in the eyes.

"Why?" I asked her. She stared back at me with red puffy eyes, a broken smile, and responded with a question that broke my heart.

"Why not?" Her voice was soft, but her words were spoken without any emotion. It hurts to see her like this, to know that I couldn't help her through whatever it was she was going through.

"What do you mean why not? Blake, you mean so much to all of us, you're our little girl, and we love you so much. We don't like seeing you like this, you're family. And I can promise you this: you will always be family. No matter what." I told her. Everyone in the room was crying.

"My mom was my family, and she's dead. My aunt got cancer and my asswad of a cousin spent her treatment fund on alcohol because being sober was a constant reminder of everything that was happening. When my dad found out my mom was pregnant with me, he packed up his and my sisters stuff and left. I got sent to some orphanage hoping they would find my dad and I'd get out of there. Then I get adopted and everything pretty much went downhill from there. Having to pretend I was alright all the time sucked.-" Rian came back downstairs and he was super pissed off. He stepped up to her and looked at her.

Rian's pov

"Where is it?"

"Where's what?"

"Where's you fucking blades, Blake?" I asked. I searched everywhere. I can't believe she'd go off and do something this stupid instead of talking to us. She just stared at me like she was shocked I knew what she was using.

"I'm not a god damn idiot, Blake! The cuts on your arm is too skinny to be from scissors or a knife. I'm not going to ask you again. Where are your fucking blades?" She just kept quiet.

"You know what?" I took out the pocket knife I kept in my back pocket and handed in to her. I rolled up my sleeve and held my arm out.

"Cut me." I told her.

"What? No!"

"I said to cut me."