Lost

Juliet is unhappy with her life. Her abusive father, Jeff, took her out of school and wont let her leave the house. When she runs away and meets Harry Styles all she wants is for him to leave her alone, but Harry won't give up so fast. Will Juliet accept that Harry cares for her? Or will she fall back in love with an old crush?

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1. Leaving

"my name is Juliet Lassner. I live in-" my writing was interupted by my dad, Jeff, calling me. I ran into the living room and he said loudly, "Get me a beer." I ran to the fridge and got out a beer, handing it to him. I stood next to him while he opened it. "What are you still doing here, SCRAM!!!" he yelled. I ran back into my room and right when I sat on my squeaky old bed I heard "JULIET!!!! GET YOUR A** IN HERE!!" I quickly jogged into the room only to hear him say, "get down on your knees." I knew what was coming, but I didn't know what I had done wrong. "now, that beer you brought me, that was a WARM F*****G BEER!!!!!" he yelled in my face. I cringed as he pulled his silver metal pen out of his shirt pocket. He hit me with it. He hit me hard. For what seemed like forever. Finally he stopped and said slowly, "Juliet, I better not get another warm beer." "no, no you w-w-won't!" I said, crying. He finished it off with one last smack of the pen and then let me run off to my room. A few minutes later I was staring at myself in my small bedroom mirror. My strawberry hair framed my bruised and cut face. There were a few big cuts on my cheek, a small one on my forehead, and one on my lip, along with multiple going on purple bruises. Ive had worse. I got out the first-aid kit I kept hidden under my pillow and started to treat the bad ones. After a few hours I finished dressing my wounds and had planned out my trip for tonight. You see, every night for the past month or so, I snuck out and went somewhere else each night. Tonight I was doing something special, going out of the city. I would be going to the city next door. Taking the train (about half an hour long) there, staying for about a hour at Aysling park, than coming back by train and being home by 3:30 am. It was the perfect plan. I had my bag packed and ready to go, now all I had to do was wait until Jeff fell asleep. I waited for what seemed like forever, I was quite exited for this trip, until finally the light went out and all was silent. I then quietly opened the small window in my room and put my foot out onto the trellis. While I was swinging my other foot out I felt to very large hands on my shoulders. "Now where do you think you are going young lady." Jeff's voice said in my ear...

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