One way or another

Hope is a 17 year old girl who's mother died mysteriously 6 months after giving birth and her father passed away not long ago due to disease. With no siblings and most of her family living far away, she's forced to live with her uncle. A rich but cruel man who has no intention of giving Hope any care or love. Her Aunty on the other hand is a kind and giving lady.
But Hope knows she can't stay. Her last option is to run away. She cannot spend another day with her Uncle, who seems to be hiding something. Big. Will Hope be left with anything? All seems to be going the wrong way until she meets a sweet boy with a kind heart who decides to take the poor girl under his wing.
What will Hope find out? Her Uncle's secret? Love? Or all the wrong things?


13. Hi, I'm Zayn.

My eyes opened.

Where was I?

I looked around the room and started getting worried.

It was a small room with pale-yellow walls, cheap portraits of a small beach or a black canvas with colours splattered on.

There was a beeping noise and I realised it was a monitor.

Was I at a hopstial?


"Hey?" Said a voice. "Hey. Are y-you ok?"

I turned my head and moaned in pain.

"No! Don't do that. You'll hurt yourself even more."

The owner of the voice moved to where  could see him.


He was cute... But I didn't even know him.

Yet; he looked so familiar.

Where have I seen him.

"You're ok, right?" He said.

"Umm, yeah... I guess. Apart from the fact that I'm in a hospital and I don't know why."

"You don't remember?"


"Oh... By the way, my name's Zayn."

"Nice to meet you," I said, smiling. "I'm Hope."

"That's a beautiful name." He said.

Gosh, he had such a nice smile.

"So could you please tell me why I'm here."

"You really don't remember?"


"Oh; well, I was leaving a restaurant with my friends and we saw two guys beating you up an you went unconscious and my friend called an ambulance and... well, now you're here."

"Thanks for saving me," I said smiling.

He smiled back and I looked down, blushing.

When I looked down I saw my locket.

I opened it and saw me and my parents. I started to cry because all the memories hit me at once.

Mum dying.

Dad dying.

New home.




Running away.


Two guys.

Beaten up.




That last one stuck in my mind.

The tears trickled down my face.

"Hey!?" Zayn said. "Hey! Why are you crying?"

I stopped the tears flowing and closed my locket.

"Don't worry about it," I said.

"How can I not worry?"

I blushed.


Suddenly, the doctor came in.

He checked my head and shoulder then flipped through some pages on a clip-board and scribbled something down.

"Alright Miss Mercado. You're free to go."

"Thank you." I said to the doctor, smiling.

"Here, let me help you." Zayn said, helping me off the bed.

"Thanks," I said, smiling.

"Oh, I think this is yours," He said, giving me my backpack.

"Thanks, I'd be so dead with out that," I said laughing. "Oh, don't worry. It's not drugs or anything."

"Ok, I believe you." He said, smiling.

We made our way into the main waiting room where it was sort of empty but Zayn started leading me to 4 other boys. I started to get an uneasy feeling.

Wait where they? Yes; they were. I decided not to say anything cos I didn't wanna start something so I just acted casual.

"Hope," Zayn began, "This is Liam, Niall, Louis and Harry."

"Hi," I said, "Nice to meet you."

They each stood up to greet me.

Harry kissed my hand and said: "Hello, love. I'm Harry."

Liam just rolled his eyes and he and Niall shook my hand.

Then Louis came up to me and stretched out his hand.

I went to shake it, but, at the last second, he pulled it back and from his other hand, gave me... a carrot.

"For you, love." He said, smiling.

"Thanks," I said laughing a bit.


We all left the Hospital and there were 2 cars parked.

Zayn led me into his car and the other boys went into the 2nd car.

Presumably Harry's because he told Louis not to smear any carrots on it.

I sat in the passenger seat. I didn't normally do this, but since he saved my life and took me to Hospital and there was something else about him, I trusted him.

"I'll drop you off at your place." He said. "Where a bouts are you? Your parents must be worried sick."

"No," I said. "I doubt that."

He looked very confused.

"My mum passed away when I was little and my father died not long ago."

"Oh; Hope, I'm so, so sorry. I-I wouldn't have asked if-"

"It's ok. Don't worry about it."

"So were are you now?"

"With my Uncle; but he's a dumb-ass bastard and I ran away from the little s***."

"So where do you live?"

"Nowhere." I said, looking down so I didn't have to meet his eyes.

He put his hand on the side of my cheek and turned his head to face me. He was smiling.

"You can come live with me. And the lads."

"No."  I said. "I can't do that. It's to much to ask."

"No, because you didn't ask. I offered."

"I can't do that, sorry."

"Well, where else will you go?"

"I don't know. It's a it's a big world."

"Ok. Hope, I am not letting you wonder the streets alone, ok? It's not a question now, ok?"

"Ok, fine," I said, giving in.


I texted my Aunt saying I'd found a place to say and everything was ok. I didn't bother mentioning the Hospital.

We pulled up in front of a Café.

"You live here?" I asked, smiling.

"No, I just thought we could have lunch."


We went inside and Zayn asked for a table for 2.

The waiter led us to our table and gave us menu's.

I ordered a chicken ceaser salad and Zayn ordered a chicken burger.

While we waited for the food, I was thanking him over and over for saving my life.

"It's ok," He'd keep saying.

After we'd eaten we went back in his car.

My stomach really hurt; but not the inside, on the surface. The bruises that my Uncle gave me were so painful.

I wrapped both arms around my stomach so I could numb the pain a bit.

"Hope? What are you doing?" Zayn asked.

"Nothing, don't worry."

"What is it?"

"Zayn, it's nothing."

He pulled over to the side of the road. When we stopped he lifted my shirt up a bit and saw the mixture of purple and blue.

"Oh my God, Hope... Who the hell did this?"

"No one."

"You don't expect me to believe that."

"Zayn, I don't want you to be sucked into my problems."

"Too late. Hope, please; tell me who did this."

I let out a long sigh before telling him.

"My Uncle. He'd abuse me: He'd call me a slut, b****, dumbass, and all these other things. He'd hit me, punch me and sometimes he'd cut me."

Zayn was speechless.

"That's not the worst of it," I continued. "He'd swear at me and then he'd say my mother deserved to die but it was hells choice to let her have a daughter before she died just so I could ruin his life."

"H-Hope. I-I can't believe it. How could he do that?"

"Because he's a rich bastard that thinks he can do whatever he wants just cos he's got money."

I was now sobbing uncontrollably.

I couldn't stop.

Zayn's POV

I couldn't believe it.

He punched her, he kicked her; he cut her. How could he do this?

He broke what was left of her heart. Her Mother died and her heart fell to pieces; now her Dad's passed away and more came down. Then her Uncle, that twat, smashed what was left.

I don't think everything's gone. I think there's one little, tiny piece left.

I'll nourish it, I'll help it, I'll fix it until it's all been built again.

I'd give her my heart if I had to.

I kept going over all the things I could do while she sobbed into my shoulder and I rubbed her back, but I will fix her.





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