Miracle

The story of a girl who got abused by her brother, but she finds love when she meets Niall. Will their love be able to withstand all of the obstacles that are in their way?

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1. Runing Away

Jessica's POV:

I woke up in my dark bedroom on just another day. I still felt the pain under my eye and moved my hand up to cover it. I could feel how big of a mark there was. Not that I wasn't used to the pain, but now matter how many times I felt it, it still hurt.

I sat up and my head was spinning. I sat there for a minute and the spinning stopped. I got up and got dressed in a dirty white top and old blue jeans that had dirt stains on the knees. I opened up the door, that I was banned from locking, and stepped into a long hallway with white walls and brown hardwood flooring. I walked down it and away from the safety of my bedroom.

I finally came out into the living room and I saw my brother standing near me. The next thing that I knew, my back was pushed against the wall and my cheek really hurt. I stayed still for a minute, until I heard David, my brother, laughing and I realized what had happened. He had slapped me.

"I've called you three times!!!" he yelled in my face. I just stared at him, speechless. "Why didn't you come?!?!" he screamed. I didn't know what to say, so I said absolutely nothing. "Answer me!!!" he roared, slapping me the exact same way that he did before.

"I-I'm sorry!" I yelled back, still not knowing exactly what to do.

"Don't you dare yell at me ever again!" he screamed, kicking my ankle as hard as he possibly could. I whimpered a little, but stifled it because if he saw that something had hurt me or if he saw me cry over something, he would repeat whatever it was that caused me pain. "Go make breakfast." he said angrily, pointing towards the kitchen, as if I didn't know where it was.

"Yes sir." I mumbled because he would hurt me if I didn't.

I walked into the kitchen and looked in the small mirror that was hanging on the wall. There was a bruise where David had slammed me against the wall the night before. There were also red marks where he had hit me in the face. My ankle really hurt, so I lifted up my left jean leg and saw a large red welt with blood flowing from it. . I took a paper towel and tied it over the infection. I then got a pan out and made David eggs and bacon. I didn't make anything for me, because if I had tried to eat anything, I probably would have thrown up.

After a few minutes, I put everything on a plate, checked to make sure that the paper towel on my left ankle was covered up,  and brought David the plate.

"Took you long enough." he said, snatching the plate out of my hands. "Go clean all of the rooms." he ordered me. He was like the boss (quite obviously).

"I cleaned all of the rooms yesterday." I informed him, just trying to tell him that, not to protest, but just to let him know. He stood up, glaring at me, and punched me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain.

"You'll do what I say and you'll do it whenever I say it!!!!" he yelled at me.

"Okay." I mumbled, not loudly enough for him to hear me. "Yes sir." I said, walking towards the cupboard where he kept the cleaning supplies. I got out a duster, a rag, and a bottle of window cleaner.

3 hours later, I finished cleaning all of the rooms and I went to make David something for lunch. I still couldn't eat anything. When I went into the living room with a plate of food for David, I found him watching wrestling on TV. I gave him the food and he directed me to clean the up the basement and set up the TV. Some of his friends were coming over to watch football.

I came down the last step and emerged into a dust-filled large room that barely had any light. I grabbed a duster and started dusting off the shelves. I was constantly coughing. When all of the dusting was done, I picked up the vacuum and started vacuuming. After that, I looked into the corner of the room, knowing that I would find a big bow containing a big TV, that I had hooked up many times in the past.

I tried to lift up the box, but failed. I attempted this again, and I got it up about a foot above the ground. I carried it over to the stand that was in front of the couch. I finally set it down on the floor. I sat down beside it and opened up the box. It took me a while to set up the TV and when I finally did, the doorbell rang.

I quickly got all of the scraps out of the way and into the trashcan. Then, I ran upstairs and opened up the door to one of David's friends, George. He pushed past me, as if I wasn't there and I shut the door behind him.

"George, you're here!" David shouted from his recliner.were having a conversation on the couch when the door rang, yet again. I answered it, of course, and saw 4 other men standing there. None of them acted as if I was standing there at all and shoved into me. I shut the door behind them.

"Jessica, bring us some beers!" David yelled at me.

"Yes sir." I said, to roaring laughter from the men sitting with him. I went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. I don't know how I carried them, but I brought 6 beers into the living room, where I found that they weren't in there, so I brought them down to the basement. They were all sitting on couches. I handed them each a beer and didn't get a single 'thank you', but I wasn't really expecting any...

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They were all pretty drunk and David yelled "Jessica! Another!" I replied as always, once again, to massive laughing. I brought him back a beer.

All of them were asleep by 10:30. I went upstairs to my bedroom and closed the door. I was fed up with David. He had been treating me like this for 2 years. My parents died 2 years ago and he was older than me, so I was left with him, because I was 16 when she died. Now my brother uses me as his personal slave and I am not allowed to even leave the house. Anyway, I needed to run away.

I grabbed a purse that had belonged to my mother. I had taken it before David could ruin it. I packed some clothes and spare money (that I had saved from when I was little and had allowance). It was settled; I would leave at midnight.

Time seemed to be going by so slow; either that or the clock had broke. I wanted to leave now, but I couldn't because if they woke up and noticed that I was gone, they'd literally kill me. I looked over at the clock, which read 11:50. The time had almost arrived. I slipped on the one pair of shoes I owned; a pair of used-to-be white sneakers. I looked at the clock one more time and it said 11:59. I took a slow, deep breath and opened up the window to my bedroom. David had only been in my room once, but he didn't know that the window was there at all.

This was it. I put one foot over the windowsill. I then, pulled my other one over and I was out. I was free from the house that had haunted my nightmares for two horrible, wretched years of my life.

I started running as fast as I could. I wanted to be as far away from that house as I possibly could. Suddenly, I felt a searing pain on my ankle. Then, I remembered what had happened. How would I run like that? I ran as fast as I could while limping, so I wasn't going that fast. I didn't stop until I came to this patch of land that had many trees in the front, but the back seemed very spacious. I started to walk towards the back. The trees were overgrown and the branches were hanging everywhere. All of a sudden, one of the lower-hanging branches cut across my ankle. I let out a little scream before I put my hand over my mouth and falling to the ground.

Niall's POV:

I was walking down the road that led to my flat. I knew the place pretty well. There was a small patch of trees to my left and total emptiness to my right. Beyond the empty fields, were a few houses. Suddenly, I heard what sounded like a girl screaming from my left. I automatically ran towards it. I heard the rustling of leaves and I ran even closer to the source of the noise.

I let out a gasp at what I saw. There was a beautiful girl laying on the ground, half-conscious. I walked over to her and kneeled down beside her. Her eyes were full of fear. Then, I noticed her ankle. It was bleeding. She couldn't have passed out from loss of blood, because she wasn't bleeding that much. No matter what had happened to her, I knew that I had to take her to my flat.

I picked her up, bridal style, and carried her out of the miniature forest. I just started running. My flat was a while away, but if I ran, I could get there in like 15 or so minutes.

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