Eliana is an average directioner who would love to see One Direction. Sadly for her, she suffers the disput of domestic violence. Only the prospect and hope that One Direction gives her helps her cope with her situation. However, when the thing she loves most has been shut off and she is taken in by some strangers, her life takes a turn for the worse. Will she ever rise up and become happy once more?


1. Visitors

Music blasted from my earphones as i sat looking mournfully at my One Direction concert ticket that slowly sank to the bottom of the fireplace; just a pile of chard paper and ashes left. The happiest moment of my life was getting that One Direction ticket to their upcoming tour. I spent all my savings to get it after working endlessly at the local newsagents for a pitifull amount of income. The days that had passed from buying the ticket, i always had a smile on my face from knowing that i would meet the band of my dreams. When the day arrived that i received the ticket i couldn't contain my excitement. But i made a fatal mistake. I left the ticket on the kitchen table in my euphoric mood and forgot to hide it from my step-dad. That same day after coming home from school, i found my 1D posters shreaded into a path leading from the front door to the living room. The fire was lit and i watched in horror as my step-dad threw the ticket into the fire. He turned on me, cupping his hand aggressively against my chin so that my cheeks burst outwards. "Never do something like this again. I tried to be nice and obey your privacy. Not now, not anymore. You are never to think of this band again and if you do, you know the protocol." The protocol. Everytime i did something or said something he didn't approve of i would be beaten. I still have the scars from when my step-dad heard me singing 'Happy Birthday' to myself only 2 weeks ago. He doesn't believe in cherishing me with gifts.

I sat staring at the fire until the last red embers turned black and i was enveloped in complete darkness. Unplugging my earphones and hiding them in my pocket, next to my phone, i got up and began to walk up the stairs to my room. Before i reached the top of the stairs however there was a knocking at the door. It wasn't a violet or aggressive knock and it was only 9pm so i didn't think the visit was anything out of the ordinary. I was naive. I slipped the bolt open and turned the door handle with ease. It was when i opened the door fully that confusion heightened my senses. A figure about 6ft tall stood before me, feaures undistinguishable in the light that radiated from the street lights. From what i could see, this man was heavy built, broad shoulders and clen-cut hair.

"Who are-" I was cut off suddenly by a hand that clutched tightly aroung my mouth while another snaked itself along the lower half of my body. I tried to scream but the hand only tightened around my mouth, causing me to wince in pain. In retaliation, i bit into it violently, forcing the hand to break away. But the hand on my body held me firmly rooted to the spot despite my attempt to escape. I took the chance to cry out for help but not before the first hand was placed back onto my mouth holding a cloth covered in a sickly-sweet-smelling liquid; chloroform. The hallway and figure standing eerily still before me swayed in and out of my focus. My feet started to turn to jelly and i soon found it difficult not to slip upon the poster shreds that still littered the floor. I was passing out, fast. Before i did however, i managed to catch a glimpse of the man's face as he gave a last sardonic smile.

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