Starting Over

How would you feel if your "dad" killed your mom right in front of you and your sister? Would you run? Save your sister? Well, I did. My father was an alcholic, he would beat us. But, the day he found out I wasn't his and my mom had an affair, he crossed the line. He killed my mother. Tried to kill me, but I took my sister and ran. We ran as far as we possibly could. Hi, my name is Abigail, but they call me Abbey. I had a rough childhood. Now I'm 18 living with my 16 year old sister, Nina. My father- well her father anyway, is looking for us. We've been running for 2 years now, with no place left to go. How will we escape this mess? Who is my biological father? So many questions, so little answers. But then came these 5 boys. Never will I regret meeting them, they call themselves One Direction. Find out our story.


12. Let's go

          Nina and Harry came out of the bathroom, snuggling? I don't think I want to know.

It was time to start heading to the airport. Louis collected mine and his things and brought them to the limo. The limo?!? Oh yeah... One Direction. Duhh...!

We all got in and I sat next to Louis. He put his arm around me and I layed my head on his shoulder. I saw Nina and Harry doing the same. Is there something they aren't telling me or am I just delusional? I won't ask until we get to where ever we're going first.

"I love you" Louis whispered in my ear, sending tickles down my neck. I just smiled the rest of the way to the airport.

Once we got there, a police man came over to us. When he came to talk to us Louis instantly stood infront of me.

"Excuse me sir, is there a problem?" He said, while I hid behind him.

"No, my daughter is just a huge fan, would you?" He held out pen and paper and told him his daughters name. I sighed in relief. I thought he would recognize me. We boarded the jet, yes a private jet, and we took off. This is it, no more being afraid.

Not for a long time.

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