theirs

My life was okay, wasn't great, wasn't horrible, okay. I lived with my four brothers and three sisters. My father died when I was 10 and my mom left us a year after that. I told myself that the worst was over, but I was wrong.

Me and my three sisters belong to One Direction. We are theirs and theres no escape.

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My life isn’t great by any means. I have a roof over my head, food on my plate, and four brothers and three sisters who love me.

My father died of cancer when I was 10, leaving my mom with the eight of us. Two years of drinking, gambling, and doing drugs she left us alone. She just left; she picked up her bags, got in the car, and never came back. If my dad was still alive, none of this would ever have happened.

I live with my seven older siblings. First there is Hunter and Izzy, 19 year old twins. Then 18 year old Gabby. Next there’s Grace who is 17. Then there is Blake who is 16 years old. Next, the other pair of twins, Devon and Connor who are 15. Then last is me, my name is Brooke and I’m 14.

Nobody should want to live the life I live. Having to work every day after school just to keep the lights on, but I’m not complaining.

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It was a bright Sunday morning, the one day where we all had off. I woke up and wondered down stairs to see a note on the table. I picked it up; noticing that Blake had wrote it.

All of us boys went to the gym; going to bring home breakfast, don’t bother cooking.

I smiled as I put the note back down on the table. I glanced over at the wall clock witch read 9:00. I walked farther downstairs into our family room and switched on the TV. I went through the channels till I came upon something decent to watch. My eyes stayed fixated on the TV till I heard a knock at the door. I quickly grabbed my hoddie, throwing it on and walked to the door. I unlocked the door and saw five teenage boys standing there. I knew these boys, but from where.

“Can I help you with something,” I asked showing a smile. The blonde one in the back quickly turned around and faced one with a shaved head. He nodded his head and the blonde one came at me. I turned my head for a second to see the other boys run upstairs. The blonde one had me pinned against the wall. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a white rag. He placed it over my mouth and nose. I heard screams coming from upstairs and I started to shake.

“Breathe baby. Everything is going to be okay,” he said. I knew everything wasn’t going to be okay but I was running out of air. I finally gave it and took a deep breath. I could taste the chemicals as I started to feel doosey. He then loosened his grip and threw me over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. He started to walk outside and we walked to a car. He placed me inside and scooted in after. He placed me on his lap and started to rub circles into my back. Right before I blacked out I saw Izzy, Gabby, and Grace getting put in the car. I heard the car start up and zoom away.

“Finally, after two years, we’ve found you. You babes are ours,” a husky voice said

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