Georgia Rose

I'm not your original everyday girl. I'm not pretty. I'm not smart. All I am is a waste of space. When I was 2 months old, my mother died in an accident, which left me with my father. When I was around 8 years old, He kept telling me how it was all my fault and he told me I was worthless. He always would start to take out his anger on me. He would hit me, call me names and even make me sleep outside. Around the age of 11, I started to slit my wrists and it became a habit. Until I met Niall, He changed everything.
I'm Georgia Rose, and this is my story.


2. Chapter 1

I woke up to the sound of beeping. I slowly opened up my eyes. I scanned the room. I was in a hospital bed. Who brought me here? How long have I been here?

"You've been here for one day, darling." I shot my head towards the doctor.

I didn't say that out loud did I?

"Who brought me here?"

"Someone found you outside of an ally and called the police, and the paramedics brought you here."

Tears filled up my eyes. Why does he do this to me?

"When am I allowed to come out?" I asked.

"Today, your free to go."

Great. Just great. I cant go back home. My dad will hurt me again. I cant take this anymore. I'm just going to pack all my stuff and go to some hotel. Yeah. That's what I'll do.

I got my regular clothes on and walked out of the hospital. I guess I'm walking home...




I arrived at my house. I walked inside and no one was here, thank god. I ran up the stairs and grabbed a suitcase. I packed all of my clothes, accessories, everything.

I put on an over sized sweatshirt, skinny jeans, uggs and a beanie. I grabbed my phone, wallet and my purse. I looked through my closet to find my emergency money from my mom. I grabbed my suitcase and called a cab. The cab was here in a matter of minutes.

"Holiday Inn, please." The guy nodded and drove to a hotel.

I grabbed all of my stuff and got out. I walked into the building.

I walked up to the big counter and there was a boy about my age behind it. He had brown eyes and light brown hair.

He gave me a big smile.

"One room please." I said, forcing a smile.

"How long?"

Shit. Didn't think this through. "A week." He nodded and gave me the room keys.


I arrive at my room. Its not big, but it will do. I honestly don't know what to do right now. I'm not just going to stay at a hotel for the rest of my life.


I'm have to find a job...


I groaned. What am I going to do?




A/N: Please comment! I'm glad you guys like this, it means a lot to me! Thank you!

Mwah! xx <3


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