Alli had been stolen, yet again, by Mike (her father). She was taken away from the only person she'd ever loved. Liam. What will him, and the other guys, do to get her back? How much are they willing to risk to save her? Sequel to Stolen


18. Time To Get My Party On

* Allison's POV

     The next three weeks went by really slow. I made a full recovery after two and a half weeks, but the doctor wanted to keep me a few extra days. I accepted the fact that I lost my baby, I wasn't ready to be a mother anyway. Everyday Liam and the guys visited bringing me breakfast, lunch, and dinner because the hospital food was terrible. They played card games and board games with me in the moorning, they helped me walk around in the afternoon for exercise, and they sat and watched television with me in the evening until I fell asleep. I was under so much emotional stress before, but I let it all go. I was free. Forever free.

     It came to the day that I would go home. I slipped on a pair of clothes Liam brought me and grabbed my phone. I sighned my release forms and skipped into the hallway. I couldn't believe that about 6 months ago, I had been stolen by Mike, on the day I came home from the hospital. I knew that wouldn't happen again though.

     Surprisingly, Liam had not been at the hospital when I was released. I figured he was planning a party or something, I mean, that always happens in the movies, right?

     I didn't have my car, though so I pulled out my phone and dialed a cab company. I waited for 15 minutes before a bright yellow cab pulled up to the curb. I hopped in and pondered where to go. Technically, no one was expecting me home, so technically, I could go anywere and technically,... whatever you get the point.

     "The mall please," I said in my posh voice, leaning back and crossing my legs. This was going to be a great day to myself, and a party (Most likely) when I get home.

     The driver pulled up to the mall and I handed him some money. I got out and walked into the mall.

     Four hours, a mani-pedi, a massage, a makeover, getting my hair done, a facial, a million new outfits and shoes later, I exited the mall. I was staggering under all the bags I was carrying. I called another cab, waited, and hopped in. 

     When I got to my house, I opened the door and was surprised to find,...nothing. I heard some music coming from the patio and I realized the party was out back. I quickly snuck up to my room, flung my bags in my closet, and threw on my new dress. It was a guazy material, one shoulder, gray. I slipped on a pair of strappy gray heels. My hair and makeup was already done. My hair was curled and pinned over my right shoulder. My makeup was simple, gray smoky eyes and nude lips with a little blush.

     I assessed myself in the mirror and gave a satisfied nod. Time to get my party on!!!!!


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