My actual adoption..

Jez's PoV~

i had to deal with morg. he needed to get the hell out of my life. i squirmed out of cc's grip walked upstairs and grabbed the blade i kept hidden in my room. i grabbed cc's keys off the nightstand and ran out the door. i drove back to the bar and saw morg. i walked up behind him with my blade. i rested the blade on his spine. he turned around "get the fuck out of my life or ill cut your balls off and shove my blade down your goddamn throat. got it?" his eyes went big and i knew he was scared. you see ive threatened people before and i've got through with them. morg knew he's been there and seen it. i smirked "remember i always follow through. so even if you leave i can track you down and make sure you pay." i flipped the blade closed and walked out. i just drove around. i snapped i knew i was close but i didnt think i'd snap with morg. yea he was a bitch but i didnt think he'd be the one when i snapped. i always felt like i would snap while i was in the care home. i was abused there physically every day. thats why i started cutting and smoking. i got the bruises on my face and ribs to prove. cc didnt see them cuz i cover them up with concealer. i needed to let them know but i cant open up to them. maybe jake or andy. but not cc or the rest of the guys. they'll kick me out. they never needed to know. i started crying. i looked in the mirror the bruises were starting to show. most were handprints from that bastard mr. greene who ran the care home. he was drunk and seemed to love abusing me the most. there were some stratches with the bruises. he cut me with the bottles that he kept around. there was a bad one i almost died from.
flashback)
i was laying in my room playing music and relaxing. the front door slammed shut and i knew mr. greene was home and he was drunk. he stumbled into my room and started screaming "you fucking devil child." i sat up and knew he was gonna hurt me. he had a broken bottle in his hand. he pinned me to the wall with the other and started cutting at my collarbone. he cut down and since i was wearing a crop top he cut further down to my hips. he stopped and stared at me as i was crying and screaming. the cut was pretty damn bad. he released his grip and i slumped on the floor. when i was on the floor he started kicking me in the ribs "stupid demon bitch.." the blood was just pouring out and the room started spinning. i saw morg at the door and he hit that bastard knocking him out and he picked me up threw me in his car and drove me to the nearest hospital. "hang on jez. we"re almost there." i heard the voice but it sounded detached. i closed my eyes and slid slowly to unconsciousness.

i knew morg saved my life that day but it didnt mean he owed me. i wiped my eyes and saw i was in front of the house. i wiped my eyes and quickly fixed the concealer on my face and collarbone. i walked inside. cc was staring at me. i looked at my collarbone and you could see the beginning of the scar. shit. i ran upstairs before he could ask anything and threw on a baggy shirt. no one can see that or the bruises on my face and ribs. no one can know. i stared at my reflection and kept repeating that to myself. i heard cc knock on the door and i face him. "what was at your collarbone?" poor cc he was so sweet and loving but he couldnt know. not yet at least. "nothing. dont worry." i took a deep breath and my broken rib stung. it hadnt healed yet, it hurt like hell and i saw stars in my vision. i leaned my back on the counter trying to breath through the pain but every breath sent pain through my side. i closed my eyes the darkness helped. "jake get your ass up here now. somethings up with jez." cc yelled as he put his hand on my ribs and put pressure. i cried out. so much for them not knowing. i heard jake come up and i opened my eyes. "im fine." i chocked out i couldnt think straight through the pain. cc lifted my shirt to see the rest of the scar from that bastard and the bruising on my ribs. i looked down and you could see his boot marks all over my ribs. cc moved his hand gently over them but it still hurt like hell. "should we take her to the hospital?" jake nodded and cc picked me up and carried me to jakes car. i started crying and i knew the concealer came off and cc was staring at my face and the bruises. most were faded except the one by my jaw. there was a cut there and i knew i had to tell them what happened at the care home. fuck..

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