Forever And Always *On Hold*

Sophie Turner lived a normal life until one night changed it all. After her mom left that night, Sophie was physically abused by her dad all the time. She finally was able to sneak out and get an apartment of her own. She didn't have any friends besides one person. They were the best of friends, he was always there for Sophie, until he went on the X-Factor to follow his dreams of singing. Its now been 2 years since the best friends have communicated with each other. Sophie's best friend is now part of the world's biggest boy band, One Direction. What happens when her best friend comes back to his hometown? Will they be the best of friends again? Or would the fame have gotten to his head?

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1. Introduction

My name is Sophie Turner. I was born in Doncaster, South Yorkshire, England. I'm 19 now, but as a kid people would always tell me to respect what I had and don't be selfish about it or about life. I would've listened to what they said to me, but I found it very difficult to respect my life. When I was about 7 my mom was pregnant with my baby brother, Austin. One night my mom and dad got into a huge argument about Austin. That was the last night I ever saw my mom. From that night on my dad would physically abuse me, saying it was my fault my mom left. I was always nice to my dad but he would thank me with hate. I never expected anything new, my daily routine stayed the same for all the years I lived with him.

 

"Get up you worthless piece of crap," My dad yelled at the top of his lungs. "Ughhh." I groaned. "Now, before I get the baseball bat." He yelled again. I quickly jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. I tried to not act tired, because I didn't want to get beat or hit in the face or anywhere else, as I was already covered in bruises and cuts head to toe. "Cook me breakfast, you pig." He said to me and smirked. I quickly rolled my eyes and turned around about to walk into the kitchen. "Stop," my dad said firmly. I stopped walking and turned around to face him. "Come here," he said. I walked towards him and stopped right in front of him. "What was that?" He asked "What was what?" I asked him back. He quickly raised his hand and slapped me really hard on the face.

 

That was pretty much my whole past. Except sometimes he would punch me and yell at me to get his beer. I don't know how, but I survived 11 years of him yelling at me and abusing me. It wasn't easy and it sure did make me stronger. But after I turned 18 I finally snuck out and got an apartment away from my dad, but not that far away. I haven't seen him ever since I moved out, though. And I never want to see him again. 

 

 

      

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