The day I joined the world.

Autumn doesn't want to stay. she can't. Her dad abuses her since her mother died when she was just a baby. One night she does leave but, not without trouble from the new world she is thrown herself into. Will the help of a blond irish boy help, or destroy her? *this is my first book* HEY GUYS IMPORTANT: I haven't been on for so, so long and now I am editing I am so sorry for my past awful writing!!!


30. PTB??

We got to the police station and did all that good shit you gotta do (note the sarcasm) after being attacked and held. Once it was over and we were chilling in the car I realized I was quite tired and I settled into the seats of Niall's car. "Hey nialler?" He looked over at me for a few seconds because he was still driving "yes princess?"  "We never got any ice cream." I heard him chuckle as I drifted to sleep. "But no seriously I want some ice cream." I was completely serious. I wanted my ice cream. And I was going to get it. "All right babe. Here. There's an Ice cream place up here. What do you want?"  I rolled over becoming a bit more awake at the mention of ice cream. "Ummm. A snickers blizzard." He laughed. "We'll you're lucky that the place is a Dairy Queen princess. Alright I'll be right back." "Mmhmm. Be safe niall!!" He looked back. " I will be. Don't worry princess. And don't get out of the car. Kay?" I laughed and nodded. As he left to get our ice cream for the second time I fiddled with the radio some until I found something. A song. An amazing song! I took out my phone and used sound hound to find it. The song was called, here's to never growing up by Avril Levine. Huh. This was a GREAT song! I turned it up and when it got to the bad word I giggled and put my hands over my stomach and said," shhh little guy. Don't listen to mommies dirty music." I sent my self into fits of laughter even after the song was over. Niall opened the door and set the ice creams in the cup holder. "What's so funny?"  "N-N-N-N-NOTHING!!" I laughed out. I buckled my seat belt and tried to control myself. We finally got to the house and I walked in right away with the ice creams. I put everyone else's in the kitchen and brought mine to the living room. I plopped on the sofa and turned on nickelodeon. Spongebob was on and I watched avidly. I think I might have some sort of post trauma bubbliness. Eh whatever. Where's the harm in that? I munched on my ice cream and oh dear lord Jesus it was good. I heard niall go upstairs problably to tell the boys that we were home with the ice cream. Suddenly the tv yanked me out of my daze with, "I'm mad!  Yeah me too! Why are you mad Patrick?  Cause I can't see my forehead!!" I burst out laughing and after a minute I was okay again. Oh god I loved this show. 

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