One More Day

Kimmy Foster lives in a small town and all she wants is to travel. When the British boy band, One Direction, come to her town to visit, she immidiatly falls in love with one of the boys. But what will she do when they have to go on tour? Read and find out! This is my first fanfic. Hope you enjoy!


2. "Where's the nearest inn?"

*3 years later* "Kenny!" I heard Bill's slurred voice say. "Come in here!" I inched forward. "My name's Kimmy," I stated. "Whatever!" He barked, raising his hand and slapping my cheek. Ouch. No surprise there. I didn't understand. How did my mom not see that this guy was abusive? All of a sudden the doorbell rang. "I got it!" I said, running out of the room as fast as I could. I saw five teenage boys standing on the porch. They looked vaguely familiar. From TV maybe? I opened the door and hoped the red slap mark wasn't showing yet. "Hello," I said. "Can I help you with anything?" The one with curly hair and emerald eyes stepped forward. "Hi love!" he said with a cute British accent. "We were just wondering where the nearest inn was?" "Oh, there's one that's just four blocks down," I said, pointing. "Thank you." said the one with blonde hair and amazing blue eyes. He sounded Irish. Who were they? I couldn't put a finger on it. "You're welcome," I answered. He held out a piece of paper, and I took it. I waved to them as they stepped off the porch. "If you need anything you can just ask!" I called after them. After they were quite always away, I opened the paper the blonde one had given me. It said: I'm Niall. Call me maybe? *phone number* I giggled to myself and put it in my shorts pocket. Just then, my mom's car pulled into the driveway. Thank God. I didn't need anymore trouble from Bill. Here's what been going on for the past couple years: Usually Bill acts all gentlemanly and nice, but that's just when my mom's around. When she works late on Wednesdays, he goes nuts. With alchahol in his breath he would whisper in my ear, "Dumbass" or "What the hell do you think you're doing?" and then that's when it got real bad. He would abuse me. Slap me, Punch me. So I waited for my mom to come up on the porch and then I walked in as calm as I could.
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