Made New

My name is Sophia. I had a great life. A mom and dad who loved me just as much as they loved my baby sister, Layla. I loved my life. Until, I was kidnapped. That changed everything. Changed how i looked, how I acted, how I was treated. They treat me differently than the others, though. The one with the curly hair, he loves me like a sister. But things don't always end in happily ever after. I was made new.


8. Unpleasant memories


I woke up to a sudden *thump* noise. I then heard a loud sob type noise. I wasn't sure what it was at first, as it was almost midnight. I sat up and realized Layla wasn't in the bad with me. Where could she be. I tracked the sound of the crying to the floor on the other side of the bed. I looked to the floor and saw Layla lying on the floor crying. She must've fallen off of the bed! I hope she's alright. I leaped off the bed, being careful not to step on her. I scooped her up in my arms and rushed to the wall to turn on the light switch. I quickly examined her head, and, seeing no sign of harm, successfully cooed her back to sleep. I have officially decided that I don't like Liam. His dangerous vibe is not my thing. I do however like how he is sweet and shy when he isn't in public. I just don't like fake people. Not that he's fake it's just, he wasn't completely honest when I first met him. He wasn't himself. I can't be with that. This thought brought a terrible terrible memory to my mind.


  Jason Mann. The cutest, sweetest boy you could ever meet. At least that what I thought. "Coming babe?" He asked me opening his car door for me. "Thanks boo" I said, getting in the car. He got in the driver's side and locked the doors. I gave him a questioning look. Why would he lock the door? He gave me an evil yet mischievous look in return. What is going on? He reached in my back pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. My eyes widened in shock and fear. What was he doing!? "You know how much money just dating you for two weeks got me? You know how much money I'm getting for this?" He asked. I shook my head in panic. He didn't give me time to yell, or try to escape. He stabbed me with the pocket knife and slowly made a three inch cut down my stomach. Luckily it wasn't very deep. But, it was still the worst pain I have felt in my entire life. "Aghhhhh!!!" I screeched in pain. he took the pocket knife out and ran out and away from the car. My hands flew to my stomach and were immediately covered in blood. The sirens were the last sound I heard before I passed out from blood loss.

*End of flashback*

 I felt a hot tear slip down my face which slowly turned into sobs. I heard someone come behind me. "Are you okay? I heard crying." Lou's gentle voice filled my ears. I turned to him with red eyes. Can I tell him?

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