Why have I been adopted AND kidnapped by One Direction?

9 year old Martha is a directioner in care. When One Direction get their hands on her what will they do? Love or hate her? Will she kill herself? Will she be the famous actress like she's always dreamed of? Why was she kidnapped? Why was she adopted? Will 1D help her? Will she now hate One Direction? Read to find out! :) xx

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39. Let the torture begin......

MARTHA POV

When my dad finished doing you know what, he fell asleep. It's now the next morning, i didn't sleep at all last night. He's sick. I should be going to school, having sleepovers and spending time with Louis, El and the others. Not wondering about when he's going to rape me again, or if i'm ever going to be saved or escape.

"Get up bitch and take a shower, unless you want me to join you" My dad said waking up next to me smirking. "You're sick!" i replied and hurried to the bathroom. I kept checking that i locked the bathroom door. 

I stepped into the shower and thought about things. Showers always help me think. I started to think about the last 10 years (or in other words my whole life.) I remember about the time i spent with my real mum before she died in a car crash when i was six. We did everything together, she was my rock. It sounds kinda mean but i wish it was my dad who died not my mum. Ever since she died he beat me, even knocked me out a few times. And you all know that he raped me. When Louis and the guys adopted me, i thought i was free. i was stupid for thinking that. I will always be under his control.

 

I stepped out the shower and wrapped my self in a towel. Wait i have no clothes! Please let that monster be asleep or somewhere else. I crept into my room and he wasn't there. Relief washed through me. The only clothes i had are the ones before i was adopted. They're to small so i guess i'll have to wear the ones i wore yesterday.  I looked at the time and it was 10am. I was in the shower for over an hour? 

I heard the door slam shut downstairs and i knew he had been drinking. If i wasn't so long in the shower i could of tried to find a phone or something. 

"GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!!!" My dad screamed. Let the torture begin. "What?" I replied going into the kitchen where he was getting another bottle of beer out of the fridge. "IT'S SIR TO YOU!" He yelled in my face. His breath stunk of alcohol.  "What sir?" I asked trying to be brave and putting emphasis on the sir. "DON'T FUCKING TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!" He said and pushed me over with a thud on the floor. I yelped in pain. What did i say wrong?

"You're going to get it now!!!!!!" He said. Oh no. He started to kick me repeatedly everywhere. Legs, arms, face, stomach everywhere. And i was still in allot of pain from last night. He laughed and started to walk out the house. I was coughing up blood and he laughed in my face. "I'm going out. I'll put the door keys and a phone up on the top shelf here so you can get it!" He smirked and walked out the house. He only said that because he knew that i couldn't move. I'm coughing up blood and i think i have been left here to die. Suddenly darkness takes over me. Bye guys.......

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