Abigail Evans enjoys very few things; living isn't one of them.

She's been abused for years by her father, as well as being bullied at school by her classmates. Hell, even the teachers bully her. But Abigail isn't going to let them win. So she does the one thing she can think of.

Run away.

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8. Chapter 7

"Welcome to Syco!" Simon says, shaking my hand.



He stands up and walks out the door, saying that I start tomorrow at seven. A bit too early methinks. I start to walk home when I decide to celebrate. Totally changing directions, I head towards the grocery store.



I go to the candy aisle and pick up peach rings, Skittles, M&M's, both sour and regular gummi worms, and Swedish Fish. (AN: I don't know if England has any of these candies, I'm American!)



I also grab Dr. Pepper and some crisps/chips.


I'm going to enjoy tonight very much.



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The speakers blast McFly while I'm singing - well, screaming - the lyrics. I jump around the room as I eat peach rings. 


I was having a blast, that was, until people started complaining.


Those bitches.


So I've resulted into tying my One Direction dolls to the ceiling fan and making them fly. Of course I videotaped it too.


I'm normal, I swear.


However, I do feel bad for Niall because he decided to be the cool one and fly towards the wall. That's when I decided to sing Save You Tonight.


It was a little after an hour after that before I fell asleep on the couch.





I could already tell that I was in America by once glance. It was just... American if that makes sense.


Tyler is here, one of my old bullies from school. He has a pair of scissors and was making little cuts on my hands. It hurts so bloody bad! It makes it even worse that we're in school and our teacher doesn't even notice. Ugh.


I want to cry. I really want to cry. I can't show my weaknesses though.


Don't cry.


Don't cry.


The chanting in my head stops when I feel a tear travel down my face, on to my lap.


This is it, I showed my weakness and I can't take it back.


I'm doomed.


I see a bright light. What is it?!


I'm suddenly in a restaurant. I recognize it. It's at the mall back in Minnesota. My mother and I used to go there all the time.


I look over to my side and I see her. I see my mother.


The one that died in a car crash four years ago; she's here. And so is my grandpa who is on the other side of me.


We were going out to a family dinner.


I see a Starbucks in the corner, I didn't order anything though. Just a simple glance.


We walk into the familiar restaurant. I'm suddenly happy.


Until he's there.


Tyler is also in the restaurant. Sitting with his friends. Those douche bag friends who are just like him.


I can't do anything. He can't do anything. I'm safe with her here.


He stands up and walks over to me.


I see another bright light.


I'm not in Minnesota anymore. Not even close. I'm back in London, exactly where I belong.


I identify Maddy and Clark there, which is a relief. I don't know what I'd do without them.


We're walking up steps when I get a little nervous. Where are we going?!


When we reach the top, I get it. We climb into a tube-like thing. I was the last one in. The tube was small though, I couldn't really get the door closed. And just when I was so close to getting it closed....


We were shoved off the building. We were a few thousand feet into the air and the door to the tube wouldn't close.


I could have killed all of us.


I start to feel my drug though, the drug that keeps me alive.




And suddenly, I wake up to everyone's biggest nightmare.


At first, I wasn’t sure if I was having a hallucination or if I was still dreaming or what.



I woke up to my father holding me down on my bed, strangling me. And as soon as it happened, it was gone. He was gone.



Calm down, Abigail, he’s in Minnesota. There’s no way he can get you here.



I sigh and check the time on my phone, the light blinding me.



12:48 AM



I lay back down, deciding to try to fall back asleep. I spend the next half hour gazing up at the ceiling, trying to fall back asleep before I determine that it is impossible.



I gradually lift myself from the bed, trying not to tumble over in the process. I start my normal morning routine; eat, pee, get dressed, read fanfiction. Yup. The last part is my favourite. I absolutely love some of them. I open my laptop and begin searching for a worthy one. I run into one called “Abuse”, deciding to give it a try. And must I say that it was an enormous mistake.


It turns out that it’s about what the title says; abuse. I don’t do well with things like that understandably. But I still continue on and read it, crying in the process. It is not like it’s a bad story or anything, if I was someone else or had a different background, I would love it. However, that isn’t my case.


Deciding not to read on, I shut my laptop and decide to go out for the day to get my mind off of it. Looking at the time, I notice that I need to go to work. I decide to change quickly since I don’t think a cropped shirt and shorts would be work appropriate. Just a guess.  Following Simon’s orders, I go for a casual outfit. Sporting a pair of jeans, a grey tank top, and a floral blazer. I put on my lace sneakers and a mint bow necklace along with a few black bracelets. I do my hair in a side braid sort of thing that I found on Pinterest a while back. I grab my bag and head to work.



When I get there, I can already tell that I’m a bit earlier than Simon said. Following his orders once again, I go to his office for the details on my new job. I knock on the door, waiting for some sort of ok to go in.



“Come in.”



I walk into the room; I walk into my new job; and I walk into my new life.



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People always claim the first day is nerve-racking. But in my situation, that isn’t necessarily true. It’s more of the opposite actually. Simon was very laid back; I only had a few jobs from him since he has a whole staff of people to do the other things. It’s usually just me making him tea (which I make perfect every time) and giving him company; which I don’t mind. The rest of the time I use either thinking or having a conversation with him.


And it was just as Simon was heading off to a meeting was when he told me to come along, I didn’t think assistants were allowed to go to meetings. I don’t precisely know who the meeting is with though; it’s a mystery to me. It might have to do with the X Factor approaching in a few months though.


I walk into the meeting room right behind Simon carrying his tea and a three-ring-binder with his schedule in it. Except the schedule doesn’t have the actual names of the people at the meetings, just random letters and numbers. There sitting in the empty chairs, were 5 teenage boys. Only when I looked closer was when I realised those 5 teenage boys were One Direction. For a second or two, I forgot how to breathe and I just stood there looking at them. Simon had already taken his seat by the time I remembered how to breathe again. But my eyes are still the size of bowling balls. Recalling my position, I take a deep breath and take a seat next to Simon.


This isn’t a fan fiction; I won’t fall in love with one of the boys. It hasn’t happened afore and I’d already gone shopping with Niall and Liam, they didn’t even call or text me, how would they fall in love with me? But I presume that it’s partly my fault since I forgot to exchange numbers before we left. It made me feel a bit better when a look of recognition swept across both Liam and Niall’s faces. I don’t really know how they could recall an insignificant thing like that; I bet they do it all the time with their fans.


I take a peek at Harry, noting that he’s actually a real person and not a hologram. His curly hair is dwindling slightly over his eyes. His dazzling green eyes that can possibly make girls faint. There’s negligible acne speckled across his face except in a form of attractiveness that I didn’t know existed.


Notice me, Harry, I dare you too. Love me the way I’ve loved you for so long.


As if he’d gotten my message, he looks at me, directly at me. He smirks and winks, showing off his dimples and I just can’t believe that this is actually real life and not a silly dream. He didn’t take his eyes off me though, we just sort of stare at each other for a moment before his eyes travel down my body. He’s totally checking me out. I see him nod and he looks at my eyes one last time before he turns back to the conversation going on outside of our small moment.


To be honest, I don’t know how I haven’t passed out yet. This all seems like one of those terrible fan fictions. In all honesty, I hope it doesn’t. The girl always gets hurt in the end and I don’t know how much more pain I can take. 

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