The Girl In The Rags

Alexis's life has been nothing but a living hell ever since her dad died when she was 13. Will One Direction band member Harry Styles change that?


1. Help Me

"Alexis!" It was my stepdad, Jeff. "Get your stupid ass in here!" A tear ran down my cheek and I walked into the room. "On the bed. Now." I obeyed and layed down. He started unbuckling his belt. "Why are you such a nasty bitch?" He said, with disgust. He unzipped his pants and took them off. He climbed on top of me and pulled my silk tank top up to my ribcage, revealing the bruises. He pulled down my matching sleeping shorts, along with my underwear. I looked up to the ceiling and closed my eyes to prevent he tears from escaping. This is the 5th time this week that he's raped me. He's been doing it since I was 13 and I'm 18 now. He did his business and then threw me out of his room, slamming the door behind me. I got up and walked to the large closet I had for a room. I sat down on the small chair I had, sitting next to my 'bed' that was actually just a pillow and a blanket on the floor. I started shaking really bad and finally realized that I was having an asthma attack. I tried to calm myself down but couldn't. Next thing I knew, I woke up on the floor. I had passed out once again. I looked at the small clock I had hung on the wall. It read 12:56. I had been passed out for 3 hours. Mum must be home now. She worked late at night at the local stripclub. Jeff did nothing but sit around and beat and rape me. I looked at the doorway and there stood my parents, with the 'whore' paddle. Everytime Jeff would rape me, my mum thought it was necessary to beat me with the 'whore' paddle to teach me a 'lesson'. She thought that I liked it whenever Jeff would rape me.
"Up, you nasty slut." She said, scanning me from head to toe. I nodded and walked out the door. I stood there, waiting to be beaten. I closed my eyes tight everytime she would hit me. It hurt, but not near as bad as Jeff's. He hit me in the face one time, giving me a black eye.
"Now, get your fat ass back in that closet!" He yelled. He had beaten me so bad that I could barely move. He picked me up and threw me in there, hitting my head on the wall. He slammed the door and turned the light off. I could hear them laughing all the way to their bedroom. I got the strength to pick myself up and position myself correctly. I had my back against the wall.
"No more." I whispered to myself. I wasn't allowed out of the house. I was homeschooled for 5 years, but I just recently graduated. I wasn't allowed to have friends. I wasn't allowed to eat more than once a day. I was only allowed to shower twice a week. I was done with all of this. It's time to leave this hellhole. I don't care where I end up, just as long as I'm as far away from these crazy psychopaths as I can be. I ran cross-country in middle school, so I should be able to go pretty far. I slowly opened the door and tiptoed down the rotted wooden steps. I opened the door as quietly as I could.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?!" Jeff screamed from behind me. I didn't even hesitate to look back. I just threw the door open and ran. I ran as far as I could. It was raining, but I didn't care. I looked at the watch my dad gave me before he died. It was 6:30 am. And I was still running. I kept on running. I got to the point that I couldn't take another step. I took shelter on someone's front porch. I didn't mean to stay long, but I passed out again.
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