Left Behind *Harry Styles Love Story*

I walked into the court room tugging on my outfit. What can I say I'm nervous, my mum just died and now I'm in court to see if I'm gonna have to stay with my brother. I hate my brother he can go get hit by a bus for all I care. Harsh? Nah its just how I feel. Hes a fucking douche! Just Saying. You people may love him, but Louis Tomlinson isn't what he seems like.

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9. Chapter 6.



~Brianna's P.O.V~

Today, actually has gone better than it did yesterday. Sure what happened, wasn't how I thought was going to be.
At least they haven't shown up here today. 

"Lets go!" Sam said while running towards me. I laughed at her childishness. 

We walked out the double doors of the fifteen story building. The wind instantly hitting my face. I smiled. But that smile instantly dropped.
A pair of hands covered my mouth, a smell of alcohol in my nose. 

I blacked out.

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I awoke with a massive headache. 

I didn't open my eyes, I wanted to be asleep.

I heard different voices from different directions, I groaned. This wasn't helping me. 

"Shes up! Guys she up!" Someone shouted. I groaned again, I opened my eyes. Where was I?

Then it hit me. The last thing I had remembered was the smell of alcohol. I frantically looked around. I was surrounded by the six people I did not want to see. 

"Hello!" Louis chirped. The others with huge grins on their faces. What the fuck?

"What the fuck!?" I shouted at them. Their faces dropped.
"What?" Harry asked like he didn't know! 
"Where am I?" Harry looked at the others before answering.
"On a private jet...?" He said more as a question, seeing if that was the answer I was waiting for. Was it? Of course not! 

"Did you kidnap me?" 
"Uh... kinda.." Niall said. 

What. The. Fuck ?

"What the fucking fuck!? You guys can't do this! Why did you do this?" I shouted. I was beyond pissed they can't do this to me! 
Yes, my life wasn't fucking peachy, but it was better than it was two years ago. Sam helped me, she was my rock- Wait where is Sam? "Wheres Sam!?" I looked at my surroundings. 

Nothing.

I started panicking. "Where is she?" 
"Don't worry, I know how you get. She hasn't woken up yet." Louis said.
"You don't know me! And how can I not worry, when you fucking kidnapped Sam and I!? I shouted.
"Brianna stop pretending, you and I both know who you are." Wait what?  He keeps calling me Brianna. 

Hurry Brianna make up and excuse, and make it good.

"Why do you keep calling me Brianna? My name is Mary!" So much for making it good.
"Marry my ass. If you're Marry, then what is this?" Louis was holding my ID. 

I'm screwed.

"That is not mine! I don't know you creeps."  

Keep cool, Brianna!
 
They all rolled their eyes at me.

Nicole came closer to me. "Bri, I don't know what happened but please, stop this charade. We all care about you, and we want you back." I scoffed. 
"You know what fuck this! I am Brianna! God fucking dammit! You people don't care about me. I don't care about you! Leave me the fuck alone!" I yelled at them.

I'm tired of this I ran to the first door I saw which was the bathroom. I want to go home, with Sam. I just want everything to be the way it was before my mum, and dad died. Before Louis became famous. 
I want things to go back to the way before any of this. 
I just want my life back. 

I was sobbing, I didn't technically ask for any of this to happen.

I got up frantically looking through the drawers.

I found it.

 I gently put the cold razor against my scar covered wrist


I slit my wrist up to three times, crimson red flooding out.

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