Save me! (16+)

My names Carrie and I used to be a campion horse rider until my horse and father died. My mom went crazy and started selling me a a a sex slave until One Direction came into town and Niall found me, he promises to get me out of here. How will he do it, and what will happen if he does?

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6. I'm Sorry

The door to the limo opened and 4 boys were standing there. 'What happened?' Liam asked. 'We heard screaming!' Zayn spoke softly. I'm so glad I didn't have to speak, I was terrified. Niall raised his head and speaking so softly only said one simple word that described everything, perfectly. Nightmares. With that he rested his head back on mine and continued to play with my hair and hold me even after the door to the limo shut again. I pulled away and looked into his eyes, so full of concern. 'Im sorry' I whispered. His hands slowly went to my face wiping my tears away, then moving back to my ears holding my face he whispered, 'I'm not going to let anyone or anything hurt you again' I nodded and looked at him. 'Can you just hold me until I fall asleep again? I'm scared..' He nodded and positioned himself against the limo where there was enough room for both of us. He sat there with open hands, waiting for me to join him. I carefully climbed into his lap and rested my head on his shoulder. His hands came down and locked in my lap, seeming like he never wanted to let me go. I looked at him and he kissed my forehead. I put my hands in his and tiled my head back again. He rested his head on mine, and he was out in a second. Right before I fell asleep I heard the boys get back in the limo whispering. I heard a camera shutter and heard Harry whisper, 'that's going on twitter!' With that I fell asleep. My dreams that night were not like the other nights. They were good dreams. I dreamt that I was riding Missy with no tack. Our movement was one, connected. She followed the slightest of touches or change in my seat. I brought her to a stop and hugged her, 'I love you' I whispered. I sat up on her and saw I was in an area for jumping. I was showing tackles, and we were flawless. No faults and a record time. I got off her and looked at her as if if I'd never see her again. She was jet black except for her nose, which looked like someone had taken a handful of dirt and blew it up her nose. I hugged her and took a deep breath to smell her. Man I missed her.

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