It's Complicated

Zoey Tomlinson thinks her life is amazing before she finds out things she isn't supposed to. There are things she was never supposed to know. She wants to know more, but her 'dad' tells her to drop it. He's saying everything she hears is a lie. But something tells her differently.


3. Chapter Three

Zoey's P.O.V.

    The next morning I woke up and checked the time. I had an hour to get ready and go to the airport. I jumped in the shower really fast, letting the hot water run down my back as I thought about what I was going to do if I actually found my family. Do I just go up to their doorstep and say 'I'm your daughter?' And I have a brother. Do they still have him? If they do, was there a reason they put me up for adoption but not him?

    I was now at the airport boarding the plane. I hadn't been on  a plane in a long time, so I was a little nervous. I found my seat and sat in it, wondering who had the spot next to me. A few minutes later, a brown-haired boy came and sat next to me. He smiled. "Hi. I'm Louis." he said. I smiled back and shook his hand. "Zoey." I replied. "What a lovely name. Say, you look familiar. Kind of, like me?" he said. I studied him. "Oh my gosh. We look really alike." I said. "Has your hair always been blonde?" he asked. "No, I dyed it recently." I said. "What was it before?" he asked. "Exactly like yours" I said. "Wow. That's weird. So you're headed to Doncaster. What for?" he said. "I just found out I was adopted. My parents, or guardians I guess, didn't even tell me. I heard them talking about it. But, I'm going to Doncaster because my mom said that's where I was born. At the Doncaster Royal Infirmary." I explained. "I was born there too! Maybe I could go with you?" he said. "Really?" I asked. "Sure! I assume you haven't been there for a while, so maybe I could show you around a little bit." he said. "That would be amazing! Thank you. I actually didn't even know I've been there until I found out yesterday." I said. "Wow. I'm sorry they kept it from you." he said. I nodded. "And what makes it worse is David, the guy who I thought was my dad, kicked me out because I got really angry and yelled at him." I said. "Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry." he said. "It's okay. Carrie gave me money for a place to stay and food and stuff like that." I explained. "Well, you're welcome to come stay at my house if you would like. I'm sure my mother won't mind." he said. "Thank you, but you've already offered enough. I'm okay." I said. "Well, if you change your mind, you're welcome. But can I ask for one more thing?" he said. I nodded. "Your number." he said. I smiled and nodded. But something was different about him. I think he thought this way about me, too. We don't like each other as in maybe dating, but almost as if we were siblings. 

    The rest of the plane ride we talked and had a good time. I got tired eventually and fell asleep. I felt someone tap me a little while later. I opened my eyes and Louis was looking at me. "We're about here, love." he said. "Oh, thanks." I said and noticed I was laying against his chest. "Sorry." I said sitting up. "That's okay." he said and chuckled. We walked off the plane and I looked around. "So when are you planning on going to the hospital?" he asked. "Um, tomorrow probably. I'm pretty tired." I said. He nodded. "Me too. Just call me when you get to your hotel so I know you're okay. Then tell me when you're going so I can join you." he said. I nodded. He smiled and hugged me. "Goodnight." he said. "Night." I said and began to walk off.

    I found a hotel, but it was kind of creepy. I double checked the door was locked and my curtains were closed with the window locked. They were, so I got into the bed, still feeling a tad bit unsafe. I left the bathroom light on, and soon fell asleep.

    I woke up to someone stroking my cheek. I opened my eyes and some man way older than me was sitting there. "Hello, sweet girl." he said. I shot up. "What are you doing in here?" I said. "I saw you come in here, so I paid the front desk guy to get a key in here." he said. "This room is taken. Please go now." I said. He grabbed my arm. "That's not going to happen yet." he said. I started to panic inside. What's this guy want? I knew I shouldn't have stayed here. "Leave me alone." I pleaded. "Don't worry, young girl. Listen to what I say, and you won't get hurt." he said. "What do you want from me?" I asked. He ignored the question. "Take off your clothes." he said. "I'm not taking off my clothes! I don't even know you!" I said and took the chance to run. He caught me and pinned me to the wall. "Fine. This is your only chance. I won't be so hard on you, as long as you behave." he said and started to lean towards me. Tears spilled down my cheeks as he pressed his lips to mine. There was nothing I could do, as he had a tight grip on my wrists, holding them to the wall. I was panicking way worse now, when I got an idea. I kneed him in a his bad spot. He fell back in pain. I smacked his face and he fell to the floor. Luckily I left my bags by the door, so I grabbed them and ran. I didn't stop running for a few miles. Finally, I got to a shopping center. There were few places open, but McDonalds was. I went inside and ordered a vanilla shake then sat down. I started crying because I didn't know what to do now. I remembered the one person I knew I could trust here; Louis. I pulled out my phone and searched for his name. When I found it, I pressed the call button. After a few rings, he answered.

(L- Louis, Z- Zoey)

L- Zoey?

Z- Louis, I'm sorry I'm calling in the middle of the night but I don't know what to do.

L- Zoey, are you okay?

Z- No.

L- Where are you? Are you safe?

Z- Probably not. This guy, he was probably going to rape me or something, he started kissing me and had me pinned to the wall at the hotel I was in and I ran when I could but I'm so scared. I don't know what to do, Louis!

L- Zoey, calm down. Where are you?

Z- Some McDonalds.

L- Can you ask the address?

(I asked the address.)

Z- 23 Main Street. (A/N: Idk if that's a real street.)

L- Okay. I'll be there soon.

    We hung up and I wiped my eyes. Thank goodness I met him or I would be stuck who knows where. Maybe that guy would find me and who knows what he'd do to me for kicking him and slapping him then running. About twenty minutes later, a car pulled up outside and Louis came inside. He slid into the booth next to me and put his arms around me. I started crying into his chest. "It's okay. I'm here." he said and rubbed my arm. "Come on. We can go to my house. You look really tired and shaken up." he said. I nodded and we walked outside. That's when I noticed his car was running the whole time. "Louis, why did you leave your car running?" I asked. "Actually, it's not my car. It's my best friend Harry's. He drove me." he said. "Oh." I said. He nodded and opened the back door for me. I climbed in and he climbed in next to me. "Zoey, this is Harry, Harry this is Zoey." Louis said. "Hi." Harry said. I smiled. "Hi." I said. Harry wasn't bad looking. He seemed really nice and had a cute smile. "Harry lives at my house because his family lives in Holmes Chapel." Louis said. "Oh. I'm from Austin, Texas." I said. "I love it there." he said. "You've been there?" I asked. He frowned, looked to Louis then back to me, and nodded. "Is something wrong?" I asked. "No. It's just you haven't heard of us?" he asked. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "We're in a famous band, One Direction." he said. "Oh! I've heard of you guys, but my- parents have to approve what I listen to." I explained. "They don't approve of us?" he asked. "You don't want to know." I said. He nodded and turned around to start driving.

     "Are you alright, love?" Louis whispered. "Not really, why?" I asked. "You're still shaking." he said. I nodded. "I'm really scared, Louis." I admitted. "Don't worry. I'm here and I'll protect you. You seem like my sister." he said. "Thank you." I whispered. "You're welcome." He said and kissed my forehead. I laid my head on his shoulder and soon fell asleep.

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