Im Only Human

Meg was just your average teenager. Until her mom died unexpectedly. She is left with her abusive dad. When she gets the courage to leave, will her dad find her and she will suffer the consequences? Or will she find someone, who is willing to do anything to protect her?


1. why me?

"Meg! Where are you?!?!" I shuddered at my fathers voice from down stairs. I had had enough of his beating ever since mum died. I zipped up my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. I jumped out the window just as he burst through my door, and ran. I didn't care where, I just ran. After awhile, my legs were burning, so I decided I was far enough from that hell hole to sit down. I ran a hand through my light brown hair as I tried to slow my frantic breathes. As I sat I drifted of into the thought of my mother. My hazel eyes, lightly tanned skin, and wavy brown hair all came from her. I felt a stray tear trickle down my cheek and I wiped it with the back of my hand. I looked down at my torn and dirty light gray skinny jeans, red tanktop, and red chuck taylors, and thought I must look horrible. I hadn't eaten in three days. I unzipped my backpack and pulled out my wallet. £20 wasn't a lot, but it was all I had. I walked over to a nearby Starbucks and went to wait in line. As I got up to the counter, I ordered passion tea, and a sugar cookie. And I now what your thinking, really healthy right? Well I ordered what I had the money for. I sat down in the corner table and checked my phone while sipping my tea. I deleted all my social apps, and everything my father could use to find me. I transferred all my music to my iPod. Music was all I had left, and I wasn't letting go of it. I grabbed my tea, threw away my trash, and walked out of Starbucks. I walked through the park that was right across the street. I leaned up against the bridge railing. It felt cold against my clothed skin. "Just gettin rid of the any traces of me" I reminded myself as I dropped my phone into the water. I watched it sink through the corner of my eye as I turned to walk away. I leaned against a big oak tree and slumped down. The realization of me knowing I have no place to go hit me hard in the face. "Where would I go? I would have to change my name, but to what? Should I dye my hair so I wing look like myself anymore? Should I.." I was interrupted from my thoughts as I was tapped on the shoulder. I looked up, to find myself staring into bright blue eyes. "Hey. Sorry to bother you, but are you ok? Your clothes are torn and you look a little lost." Said the boy standing infront of me. "Ummm I'm fine. Just fine." I said a little to quickly. "Ok..." He said hesitantly sensing that I was lying to him. "Well, I'm Niall. Niall Horan. And you are..." He waited expectedly as I thought over my options of fake names. "Ummm Skylar. Skylar Hilton." I quickly made up and Niall smiled. "Well, come on. I wanna show you something." I debated wether or not to go with a complete stranger, but right now, he was the only thing I got. I got up and followed him to the most beautiful clearing I've ever seen. It had a waterfall and the best liking green grass you'd ever see. "Beautiful, isn't it?" He asked scanning his eyes over my face. "Yeah it really is." I spoke in awe. "Well, I really should be getting back home." He said as he looked at the watch on his wrist. "I might be wrong, but something tells me you don't have somewhere to stay." He asked reading the expression on my face as I thought of home. I nodded slightly in reply. And he smiled. "I have a guest room at my flat. You can stay the night there." He suggested. I thought about it, and I guess it beats laying on the street so I agreed. I followed him as we walked toward a group of 6 flats. He walked up to the first one and grabbed the key. He unlocked the door, and lead me inside. "The guest rooms right over there. And the showers down the hall. Here are some towels. If you need anything, just call. My rooms right across the hall." He spoke handing me the towels and walking into his room. I dragged my aching legs and feet to the guest bedroom and threw my bag on the light purple duvet. After a long hot shower, and a change of clothes, I slipped into the bed. My eyelids slowly began to close, after the days occurrences. I slowly drifted off to sleep, with only one thing in mind. The bright eyed Irish boy who I'd been rescued by.


Hey guys! I hope someone reads this and plz comment if you like it or if I should just delete it. Thx for being awesome!!! A new update should come sometime tomorrow. Ilysm


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