You Saved Me

Crystal Bowen's mother, Amy, died when Crystal was 3 years old in a car accident. Now she's 16 and lives with her father, David. Since Amy died her father began to drink and got very violent.

One day Crystal can't take any more and decides to run away from everything.

Will someone find her?
And if, who is that special someone?
A blond guy with 3 friends, who are the most popular guys in the world?

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4. Scars and bruises

Crystal's P.O.V.

"Anyway, I found some clothes for you Crystal," Curly said to me and handed me an oversized sweater and a pair of joggers. I reached out for it and took it in my hand. Curly just smiled at me.

"I-is this r-real? C-clothes for me? To wear?" I stuttered.

"Um... Yes?" Another guy said to me with a confused look on his face.

"Well, nobody offered clothes to me before," I said and looked down at the sweater again.

"Well, go change girl!" A guy yelled. He acted like he still was a kid.

I simply nodded and headed for the living room where I could change. I took the joggers and slipped them on quickly before Niall and the guys came into the room.

I felt uncomfortable with taking off my ripped shirt and revealing all of my scars in front of them. I turned my back to them and took my ripped shirt off and took the long sweater on.

"Wait?" Niall said as he walked towards me, "can I see your back again?" He asked.

I swallowed and slowly began to pull the sweater over my head. Gasps were coming from all of the boys and I turned around but I just heard more gasps. Niall looked angry: "Who did this to you Crystal?" He asked.

"David or my Sir," I simply shrugged at him.

"That son of a bitch!" He spat out through his teeth.

"It doesn't matter. I'm fine really."

Niall's P.O.V.

Her thin body was full of bruises and scars. That son of a fucking bitch who made this deserved to die. Burn. Go to hell.

"I'm fine really," Crystal finished her sentence.

"Well, it doesn't seem like it," I said and hugged her. Her body tensed up a bit and she got goosebumps so I let go of her. I took her arms in my hands and looked her deeply in her eyes: "We gotta go to a doctor with you. Okay?" I asked her very seriously. This wasn't funny. 4 guys were standing with a broken, torn and thin girl with scars and bruises all over her. The blue and purple marks on her body hurt. I could see it in her eyes.

"Okay, but I don't like doctors, " she whispered to me.

"It's okay. We'll be there to protect you," I calmed her down and once again hugged her. I felt like I needed to take care of her. I needed to protect her.

A/N

Hey guys. Tysm for bringing this story on most popular already! Hope you liked the new update. Problems is going to come soon😆 I guess I'll see ya Wednesday again...

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