Footsteps in the Sand (A One Direction Fanfic)

Ronnie, and abused girl, finds love with Harry Styles. Its not love at first sight. In fact she hates Harry for awhile and then he grows on her.)


1. This is Me




 The pain of being ignored is almost as sharp as the pain of being cut. That is how i feel when I am walking through the hall way of my school.  I weave through everyone. When I reach my locker I open it, only to get it slammed in my face. I turn around quickly.

   "Oh, I'm sorry! You see Ronnie, you are in my way, Nobody gets in my way." Brittany sneered in my face. I laugh at her and turn to walk the other way. I don't need any of her drama today. I go through the rest of my day with out being noticed like usual. 


      I walk out of the school and towards the beach. As I walk past the different buildings of LA I can't help but think that this wasn't where I belong. As i reach the board walk i hear screaming. I roll my eyes and tuck my long, straight black hair behind my ears.


      I look over towards the screaming to see hundreds of girls running after a van.  It didn't surprise me, its probably some famous person like Demi Lovato or Selena Gomez. Don't get me wrong, I love there music and all but they are just people. Would you want hundreds of people stalking you all the time? I sure wouldn't. 

    As the van passes me I can just make out two eyes looking at me. I turn away and look out over the beach. I look at the couples holding hands and walking. I smile wishing me and Drake, my boyfriend, could be like that. Instead I am like a prisoner. I have to pay him rent to live in his house because my parents kicked me out of the house. 

   I pull my sweater closer to my body as the crisp wind blew. I walked along the board walk toward the place I stay. I enter the house and look around to see where Drake was. I found him passed out on the couch. I sigh with relief. 

     I go into my room and set my back on the floor. I grab my snapback hat and leave with as little noise as possible. I dig into my sweatpants pocket and pull out two dollars. Well this can buy me an ice cream cone.


    I go down onto the beach. I walk around for a little bit, until I find a place to sit. Its really peaceful. I can feel the breath of night on my cheek. I pull my snapback down further over my ice blue eyes. I lay my head down on the soft sand and let the sound of the waves pull me into a deep sleep.

    I am awaken by a kick to my side. The blow knocked the breath out of me. I sit up and look at the person that decided it was cool to kick my side.


    "Get up. I don't let you stay at my house so you can come and sleep on the beach. When I wake up you are suppose to have my dinner ready." Drake said pulling me up roughly by my wrists. I let out a whine not expecting him to be so rough. I could smell the alcohol in his breath. 


    "Drake let go of me." I say quietly. He glared at me and hit my cheek. I didn't cry out in pain like i wanted to. I only new that would bring him joy. I simply glared back. Thats when I heard the voices.


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