3- "I don't want to talk about it."

                                    

                                          
Liam's POV
                          
The chef accidentally bumped into her as he handed her the food. She flinched and started eating and when she was done she ran off to her bedroom because I asked her about it.
                          
"Did you see the scars on her neck?" The chef asked.
"No.." I said.
"Mr. Payne!" Adrianna yelled running down the stairs. "Why is Evangeline crying?"
                          
I stood up from the table and and walked to her then knocked.
                          
*knock knock*
                          
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Please let me in Evangeline."
Silent for a moment.
"Come in."
                          
I opened the door to find her painting her finger nails with the polish we got her and I smiled.
                          
"Hello love."
"Hi.."
"Why won't you..." I was cut off by her.
"I just don't want to talk about it."
"Evangeline, you have to be honest with us please, we need to know these things."
"Why? So you can go and hurt me?"
"What? No! Evangeline, listen we want to help you!"
"Are you saying I have problems?"
"No I just... I care about you Evangeline."
"How can you care about me? You don't even know me!"
"Ok fine, we bought you some pairs of pajamas they're in the closet." I started to walk out when she called me.
"Liam?"
"Yes?"
"Do you mean it? Do you really care?"
"Absolutely!"
                          
Evangeline's POV 
                          
I woke up this morning and went downstairs to eat my breakfast I was surprised to see all of the boys awake, it was quite early around 7 but they were all around the table eating. They had a plate of eggs out for me and I sat down.
                          
"Um Evangeline, are you have something on your face." Louis said to me.
"That's a pimple you idiot." Harry said.
"Don't worry Evangeline, we can buy you some face wash." Liam said.
"Oh.. No I'm fine really." I said.
"Well you need to take care of it, you don't want anymore coming." Liam insisted.
"Really I'm fine."
"You can't just-"
"I'm fine okay!"
"Okay, sorry."
                          
As soon as I was done eating I went up to my room and locked the door behind me. I ran into my bathroom and scrubbed my face with soap then I tried to pop it but it hurt too much.
                          
I went and sat at the desk in my bedroom and started crying, when I saw the One Direction CD I pulled it out of its case and put it in the player. I chose a random number and it played a song called Story of my Life. It calmed me down quite a bit. Then I decided to look through the case, I dropped everything when I saw a picture of... The boys on it? I wondered if it was just a joke but it wasn't because that's why all of the girls were screaming at the orphanage. 
                          
I ran down the stairs with the picture and yelled.
"Why didn't you tell me this?"
"You didn't already know?" Niall chuckled.
"Um... No! I had no clue, no wonder all those girls were screaming!" 
"Why are you freaking out?" 
"Because I thought that you guys were wasting all your money on me, with the room and the clothes and the face stuff."
They all laughed.
"We have plenty of money Babe" Harry said to me.
"Oh." I said and went to sit on the couch.
                          
All the boys came over and sat by me, they were eyeing each other in an odd way as if they were speaking a different language.
                          
"Ok babe, we need to talk about school." Liam said.
I flinched, again, and realized I have to stop doing that!
"Whats wrong love?" Harry said.
"Nothing."
"Well have you ever been to school?"
"Yes."
"Well didn't you have friends?"
                          
I stayed quiet not wanting to say anything or I'll have a mental breakdown.
                          
"Well we were thinking of taking you to Submit Public."