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Addison Stark has a hard life. Her mother died in a plane crash and her father abuses her, leaving cuts all over her arms, legs and torso. But when a certain curly haired boy comes into her life, does she allow him to heal her or does she push him away?

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1. Cuts

All I could do was beg him to stop. To tell him that it hurt, that it wasn't my fault, that I tried and that I don't deserve this. But he was drunk and delirious, the same way he is every night when he comes in here to do this. 

"You do deserve this, and you've known that all along." He snarled, then spat at the ground next to me. As he left my room, he dropped the now empty beer bottle into the trash can in the bathroom, and cleaned the blood covered pocket knife off on his shirt. 

I managed to shakily walk myself to the bathroom and grab the cloth that I used every time I had to do this. It was once a nice grey cloth, but now it was stained red permanently from all the blood. I wiped, cleaned and bandaged every fresh cut on my legs, arms and torso. Then I stumbled back into my bedroom and fell onto my bed, allowing the tears to bring me to sleep. 

In the morning I barely managed to peel myself out of bed to get ready for the day. I put on a typical outfit, something that covered every part of my body scarred from what he's done to me, and pulled my hair into a ponytail. 

Downstairs, I spotted him passed out in his lazy boy, beer bottle in hand, and the now clean, silver pocket knife resting on his leg. I briefly considered taking it, but that would only result in a worse punishment for me when he found out I had hid it. So I just slipped on my runners and headed out the door with my backpack. 

I got there with enough time to get my stuff into my locker, get to my first class before the bell rang, telling everybody not in the room that they were officially late for first period. My classes went by in a blur, and everything was the same until lunch. 

There I sat, in the corner table, all by my lonesome, waiting for my only friend, when a tray popped up in front of mine, and a body in the seat behind it. Stunned, and a little confused, I looked up at the stranger and right into brilliant blue eyes. 

"Hello," The boy said. I smiled weakly at him and turned my gaze back to my food. "I'm Louis Tomlinson." He continued. 

"Addison Stark." I told him, plainly.

"That's a nice name." He said, attempting to make chatter with me. 

"Thanks." I replied. "So is yours." 

Another body appeared next to Louis'. "Why are you bothering this poor girl?" The new boy asked Louis. 

"I'm not bothering her, Liam." Louis attempted to argue. "I'm being a kind person and trying to make a new friend." I had to crack a smile at that. 

"Sure you are." Liam sat down next to him and I looked up at curly brown hair and warm brown eyes. "I'm Liam Payne." 

"Addison Stark." I told him. 

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Addison, but Louis and I must go meet our other friends now." Liam said, and proceeded to drag Louis over to a table in the middle of the room, right where all the hustle and bustle was, not far from where the 'popular' kids sat. The other boys at the table all seemed to be joking already. One of the boys had black hair that he styled up, another had blonde hair that was brown at the roots and the last had curly dark brown hair, and even across the room, I could make out bright, emerald green eyes. 

We locked eyes for a fraction of a second before my view was blocked by my friend, Ciera, who was sitting down across from me and blocking my view. She had a big smile on her face. 

"I saw you talking to Liam and Louis. What'd they want?" She asked. 

"Nothing really. Louis was trying to make friends, but Liam pulled him away." I told them, biting out of my apple. 

"Louis' in my drama class. He's a real joker. And his friend, Niall, is so cute." She gushed. She looked over at them and then back at me. "He did it again last night, didn't he?"

I nodded. "He does it every time he's drunk and his knife is clean. Which is almost every week, so, yes, he did. And don't tell me I should do something about it, because I won't. He's the only family I've got, and I can't lose him too, not after mom died in the crash." 

"It's still wrong. And it's still arrest worthy." She told me. 

Her eyes widened suddenly at something behind me, and when I turned around, I looked up at the curly haired boy from Louis and Liam's table.

"Hi, I'm Harry Styles. And I'd love to take you out on a date sometime." 

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