Emma is a 17 year old girl who just moved to London. She hates it there, no one is talking to her. Her mum always supports her, but her dad.... well he's not so supportive. Her dad have been abusing her and her mom for seven years now, they thaught moving to London would change things but it haven't changed at all. Her life is a big mess until one day she meets a certain celebrity.


4. Telling the story

Nialls P.O.V
I was sitting at home, just watching TV when I heard a knock on the door. No one else was home so I opened it. Outside stood Emma. She had been crying, I felt like my heart was going to brake, I couldn't stand seeing her like this. She wiped the tear that streamed down her cheek with her sleeve. "Hey." She said. "Hey Emma, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I said with concern. "I... I don't really want to talk about it. Can I come in?" "Yeah of course, come in." She walked in and sat down on the couch and I sat down beside her. "I'm sorry I... I didn't know where else to go." She said and tears fell down her cheeks again. "You're my only friend." I took her in my arms and hugged her tight. I let her cry in my chest. We just sat there for about 15 minutes and I tried to comfort her the best I could. She finally stopped crying at sat up. "Thank you." she said and gave me a weak smile. "Anytime." I said and wiped a tear from her cheek. I know we had only known eachother for a day, but it felt like forever. She was one of my best friends. "What happened?" I said. "It's a long story." "I'm sure I can keep up." I said. "Well... I haven't really told you alot about my parents. The thing is... my mom is amazing, I love her with all my heart. She's the one that always has been there for me. But my dad on the other hand... well he's not like he used to be. When I was a kid he was so funny and caring, but with the years as I've grown... well... he's changed. About seven years ago he started abusing my mom. I stood up for her and then he started abusing me aswell. Every day he beats me. Today I came home 15 minutes late beacause of the detention, and he didn't like that. He had been drinking. He started to yell at me and when I didn't tell the truth he beat me in the stomach, stept on my ankle and when I was laying down he kicked me in the stomach and I thaught, this is it. I'm not taking this shit anymore. He went up for a nap and I wrote a note to mom saying that she should leave and go to grandmas. Then I left and came here."

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