Someone tackled me to the ground.
"Don't say anything!" The man hissed. He had a British accent I had never heard before. His hazel eyes burned into my icy blue ones. I wanted to scream so badly.

Sammy is a homeless girl, abandoned by her parents and taking shelter in a rather clean evacuated building. She has lived her homeless life for a year now, but soon, it will all change.
Kidnapped one day, her kidnappers give her the chance to live a happy life with them, or continue her poor life as a homeless orphan.
And one of her own kidnappers has an eye on Sammy...


9. She's So Pretty

Niall's POV

"Guys?" I could hear Sammy's-er, Destiny's quiet voice ring throughout the living room.

She's so pretty. Zayn's lucky to have her as a sister. Her cheeks were turning red.

"Hey Destiny! I see you used the dye remover." Zayn chirped.

"Yeah. But my...streaks were removed." I guess she liked her streaks. She was still gripping onto Eevee. Destiny's cheeks turned redder as the silence hung in the air. "I'm gonna go up to my room." Destiny hurried back up the stairs and shut her door.

"What was that all about?" Louis asked.

"I don't know about you guys, but I guess I have to apologize." Harry followed up the stairs.

Destiny's POV

"Destiny? Can we talk?" My head shot up. Harry was at the door.

"What do you want?" We were already on bad terms with each other.

"I want to apologize for being a jerk. I guess I didn't realize how much you meant to Zayn. I mean, he's lived without you for what, like sixteen years? I never really knew since Gemma didn't run away in her life."

"Who's Gemma?"

"She's my older sister." Harry replied. He wrapped his arms around me in a hug. "I'm really sorry, Destiny. I truly am."

"'s fine." I gently pushed him away. "I just need to think for a little bit is all." I closed the door.

"Oh, God, Eevee, what am I gonna do? I just found out Zayn's my older brother, and..." I flopped down on my bed and started to cry. "I'm never gonna have a normal life ever again!" I cried into my pillow. 

Then I noticed something. "My tattoos?" Each arm and leg was tattooed with a single vine crawling up, stopping at my upper arm/leg. "I guess the skin paint wore off when I was in the shower." I kept crying. I didn't know when I was gonna stop.

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