I have to be saved *ON HOLD*

Lauren was saved by a knock on her door. She was so relieved and happy that they had knocked otherwise she would've lost her virginity to her father and she was 9 at the time. And that was 4 years ago. She is now 13 and living the life any teenage girl would want. She's living with teen heart throbs, One Direction. But once apon at time, she has been having the same dream over and over again and One Direction have to step in and save her. But what do they have to save her from? What is this nightmare that Lauren keeps having?

Read to find out in... I have to be saved


2. The beginning


I thought you might want a sneek peak of the story as I think making you wait 2 - 3 weeks is quite awhile so I might just redjuce it down to just 2 weeks or maybe just the one. So heres you very first chapter of....... I have to be saved!


Lauren POV

Hi my name is Lauren and I'm 9 years old. I have medium length blonde hair with natural brown highlights in with lovely blue eyes. Most nights, I am chained up in the livingroom doing things my 'so called' father oreders me to do but I cant because Im chained up. Im laughed at, kicked, spat on, and pictures have been posted of me all battered and bruised onto the internet. I just wish that I can be saved and taken away and looked after by someone who really cares about me. "Get over here...." My fathers voice bellowed.

I recognise it too welland I just tried ot hide myself in the corner of the room, hoping I wont get spat on, hit, or the chains tightened. "I SAID GET OVER HERE!" My father shouted at me. I wobbled onto my feet and tried to stand up but but only to discover that I couldnt and I fell back down onto my feet. "P-Please.." I stammered. My father yanked me up by my wrist, and the exact same one he tightened the chainns on just last night. Tears fell and I landed on the cold hard floor I sleep on every night.

"Dont do this!" I cried but my father just laughed at me. "Hahaha! Go and fetch me a beer from the fridge..." I nodded sternly as he held on tight to my chians as I ran to the fridge, and gave him the drink. "Good girl, but you're never good so...." He paused as he sat down and switched on the T.V and flicked through different channels. "Floor...." Yeah, Im used as anything and everything.

Several hours past, and my father had fallen asleep. I moved slowly aside but the clanking of the chains made him stirr in his sleep. "Dmanamfgr..." Phew! I pulled hard and quietly at the chains to break myself free but as usual, my father was holding onto them tightly and I just cant break free. I guess I'll just have to stay like this and try to get some sleep.


"NO! PLEASE DONT, IF YOU HURT MY MOTHER, I SWEAR!" I shouted out and cried. "OR YOU'LL DO WHAT? YOU SUCH A LITTLE BITCH ARENT YOU?!" He shouted back at me. I could see my mother in agony and screaming out my name and telling me to run. But I couldnt. I was just about to speak when something covered my mouth so I couldnt speak properly. "DKHORODODF!" "Im sorry, what did you say?" He asked, filling himself with laughter. My anger and rage was building up rapidly inside me.

"DORKVJIDFSHIRTGFF!" He just laughed at me and slid the knife across my mothers kneck. The tears fell faster as I watched her blood ooze out of her kneck. That little idiot! He killed my mother, and if I knew better, I would've killed him before he killed my mother. My mother was my world, my everything. She was there for me when I cried, or I got hurt at school, she was there to help me with my homework, and she was there to feed me and to keep me healthy and going strong, She was there for me when I did my christmas plays and cheered me on. My father on the other hand, wasnt there for anything. Not even one of my school plays.

*End of dream*

I woke up crying silently so I didnt wake my father up. I let my eyes adjust to only discover that Im tied up in the same corner of the room and my father is no where to be seen. The silent tears were still falling and I closed my eyes to go back to sleep. I hate living in these conditions, and just wish someone can just knock on that front door, arrest my so called father and take me away to where I am treated right and people do actually care about me. My mother always did.

P.S - I love you mum and you will stay in my heart forever, no matter what happens. You will still be in my feelings and my prayers. I wish you can come down from heaven and save me. But he killed you and making me suffer. HE needs to suffer.

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