Our Story

I get onto my bike. I pedal top speed all the way home. Make Stan go easy on me, god. Please. I'm still bruised from last week. I get there in 15 minutes (NEW RECORD, WOAH!!!!)....

I unlock the door slowly and carefully. I check and see the coast is clear. I head in quietly and lock the door. When i turn, i'm face to chest with STAN, my evil step-dad (fake vommit). "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR HOURS FOR MY FOOD! I HAD TO EAT THE LEFT-OVERS THAT YOU ARE LIMITED TO!!! HOW DARE YOU COME THIS LATE AND WHERE'S THE 15$ PAYCHECK?!" he yells as I stand, pushed against the door.

Let me give you a small intro for Stan. He is abusive, sexually and physically. He takes advantage of me (not gonna go into that cause i don't wanna. It makes me cry to think about how effed up my life is cause of them), and mom doesn't know it cause he makes sure she is drunk 24/7. He EFFS her so hard she falls asleep because of exhaustion! She only knows that he beats me and takes my well-deserved money.

He thinks that 'Dan's Cafeteria' pays 15$ a month, when in reality, they 300$ (10 bucks per day, and on months with 31 days and febuary's, they pay acoordingly) a month. I lied to make some money for myself. Oh, and he cheats on mom, with a girl who's only 20! Mom saw her once, and he said she was my 'colledge friend'. But thats as far as she knows about it. And if I tell anyone, he said he would eff me. I still have my v-card. And I'm gonna keep it for a while. Stan will never get it, neither did Leo.

Leo is my ex. He was sweet and amazing and stuff, 'till we started dating. He healed me when dad died. He was my love from 14 to 14 and a half. When he asked me out, I thought it was so we could be more. But, evidently, he needed a slave/servent like Stan, who he could make-out with. He wouldn't let me break-up with him. So, when I moved to New York with mom at 16, I changed my number and email so he wouldn't find me. SO.... I thought one less problem when BAM! Stan comes in and effs it up more.

So, back to the present. He shouts at me and throws a few punches in the gut. i double over and he kicks me to the floor. "GO TO YOUR ROOM B*TCH!!! AND DON'T COME OUT 'TILL TOMORROW!" he yelled. I limp to my room whic painstakingly had to be on the upper floor. I ran upstairs and locked my door. i took my home work from school and climb down the tree outside of my window. i ran to the park which takes 15 long painful minutes. Once i'm there, I see a dude with brown chocolate curls.

"Hey! Didn't see ya! I'm Harold. But you can call me Harry. I kinda moved here a few days ago, so I'm kinda new!" said curly.

"Oh! I'm Arabelle. You can call me Ara. You're from Britain, right? Can't hide such a strong accent, can ya?" I joke.

We talk while I do my homework. He was hot, no doubt, but I think Lou has way more affect on me. Calling Harry 'hot' seemed weird.

Harry's POV

Ara and I talked while she did homework. Seems people were fighting at her house, so she came here to get a break. I told her how the boys were fighting over some channel. We laughed, we talked, we smiled. She seemed different. But i didn't like, like her. She was like a friend. Someone who'd be there for you, even if you were drowning in the middle of the pacific ocean. After about half an hour later we parted ways. We exchanged numbers. When I get home, I'm gonna tell the lads. But I have to make it clear to Lou and the lads that i dont LIKE LIKE her...... This will take a lot of convinsing....

Arabelle's POV

I climb back into my room to see an angry Stan. SHIT!!!!! He started yelling but I couldn't hear it over the ringing in my ears since he is dragging me like a rag doll by my hair, down the stairs. I scream. I can't help it. He pushes me against the wall and shuts my wailing with his lips. he pulls away and growls in my ear softly and scarily, "Don't make a sound or you'll get IT, HARD..." He punches me and kicks me so hard I almost black-out. Sadly, I couldn't. He dragged me out of the house by my hair. Once I'm in the middle of the street, he kicks, HARD. I hear the crack before I felt it. The fear numbed the pain by 0.000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001%. Then he walked back into the house, leaving me there. I managed to get my phone and called 911. The last thing I saw and heard was a girl my age (who probably was a nurse) saying,"You'll make it. Don't worry"...

Let me not wake up, please! There's no one who needs me or wants me to wake up.
Don't be stupid. There's one person....

I saw an image of Louis and blacked out.......................

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