This is a story about a 7 year old girl who gets taken in by a family. She has met her adoptive parents from all their fostering visits and outings but she had yet to meet their 5 sons.
Join her brothers as her past begins to unfold. Because is she...
After a nice long sleep, Daniel thought his little girl would be back to her old self.
But he also remembered how badly he had messed up.
Flashback:
"D-d-d-daddy" five year old Alexa stuttered, peeping her head round her parents door, well parent now.
Alexa's dad looked at his daughter before rolling his eyes and coughing on his cigarette he was smoking.
"What" he gritted.
"I-I-I-I k-keep thinking about M-m-mummy" she barely whispered.
"Get in line, you're not the only one" he said, taking a chug from his vodka that was spilled next to him.
The room reeked of a mixture of smoke, probably any alcohol you could think of and sweat.
Alexa scrunched her tiny nose in disgust but tried to hide it before her dad got angry.
She looked around the room, inspecting every single detail to see what's changed.
She looked around, clutching her stuffed bunny at the mess of what used to be the cosy master bedroom.
But as she glared around, that once happy place was now a long history of forgotten things.
The smashed wedding photo was shattered and laid there in the corner, almost getting lost under the broken skirting board.
She thought back when she used to jump on top of her parents bed at 7:00 on a Sunday when they were both still asleep, which would then usually follow with her dad tickling her with his unshaven stubble because she woke the 'tickle monster' up.
That bed she once jumped on was now covered in dirty sheets that hadn't been washed in god knows how long. The stains which she never understood why they were there were faded, but soon replaced with new ones.
Lastly, she looked at her Dad, and he was the worst.
His long, never ending arms which he used to lift her up and cuddle her with were now broken.
Alexa wondered why they looked like they were covered in cut marks, as if someone had scratched him. They were on his wrists, and went all the way up and round his arms.
She wandered why he had been scratched.
But also wandered why there was a razor next to him when he clearly hadn't shaved in weeks.
End of flashback
Alexa woke up in a fright, jerking her tiny body as she yanked her covers off.
She scanned around the room confused by her surroundings.
Where was Alex barging into her room?
Where was Simon swing her around in his arms?
But it all dawned on her all at once.
She was with her daddy.
She hopped her tiny body off her bed and slowly walked down the stairs, clutching onto the bannister so she didn't trip and fall.
Memories swarmed her head when she remembered the last time she was with her dad.
That glass bottle.
The yelling.
The bad words.
And the violence.
Her tiny body shivered thinking about such thoughts but she put them behind her and made her way downstairs.
Alexa hummed to herself trying to work out where the kitchen was, but her nose told her when she smelt a really familiar smell from the kitchen.
She followed her nose and walked in on her dad hunched over the oven. When she looked around the kitchen, she saw a yellow batter spilling all over the edge of the counter, flour dusted around and used spoons spotted around.
"Alexa, you're up!" He said, trying to sound excited, although a sheepish smile took over his face when he realised the state of the kitchen.
He tried to hide the several burnt waffles that were currently hidden behind the tea cloth, but it was evident to Alexas scrunched up nose that she had seen it.
"Sorry, I was never as good as your mum. But don't worry Darlin, luckily I got up early and managed to scrape one good one" he said, walking to the stove. Hidden behind a sauce pan, Alexa's eyes lit up.
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"Don't think that I have forgotten about your Nutella obsession" he laughed, clearing a space on the table, untucking a chair.
Alexa couldn't help but hide a smile, but as much as she hated to even admit it herself.
She couldn't help but wonder why her brothers were so adamant to not let her see her dad.
Sure he was once ill, but he was better.... right?
But she couldn't help but think that everything her brothers say is usually for her.
They have never done anything to hurt her.
But her dad broker her out of her trance.
"Uh Lex, aren't you having any?" Her dad asked hopefully, looking into her eyes with a hint of sadness.
Alexa smiled weakly but didn't reply.
Instead, she sat down on the wooden chair and replayed everything her brothers had warned themselves about when they though she wasn't listening in to their conversations.
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A/N: Hi, sorry for the long wait, I will be updating so please leave your ideas and thoughts in the comments!
So to the chapter.........
Is anyone scared for Alexa?
Do you trust Daniel?
Do you think he is going to get shared custody?
Also, do you want a POV of what the brothers were thinking in this chapter.
