This is not love

"Just calm down and tell us what happened?" the police officer says.

My throat is dry from running in the snow here, and my voice cracks, "H-he took m-me into h-his house a-and-" i am freezing with warm tears streaming down my face.
"He did what ma'am?" the woman officer asks. "Tell us from the beginning."

I nod and rethink what happened.

"It all started the first day of Christmas break..." i explain, trailing into my story.

*3 weeks ago*

"Grace! You little bitch! give me back my phone!!" my best friends, Brianna, yells.
"No!" i laugh, "I want to see what you two were talking about!" i scream, using my feet to kick her away from me, keeping the phone tight in my grip with a large smile.

I drop the phone after i read the last text between her and her aunt, who adores Bri and I.

"Holy...hell...."she grabs her phone as i cover my mouth and scream; "WE'RE GOING TO SEE ONE DIRECTION!!!!!"

Her bitch of a mother screams at me to shut up, i do as said, seeing as i live under her house, its her rules.

my parents died when i was little, my mom was sick and died giving birth to me, my dad committed suicide not long after that.

It doesn't bother me much, I never really knew them...

I almost committed suicide until I heard One Direction. And I guess you could say....something changed. Things didn't seem to dark and painful.

"It was supposed to be a surprise for your 16th birthday..We leave tomorrow!" Bri shouts, ignoring her mothers previous demands.

She runs to the closet and pulls out a outfit for herself and I stand next to her, "This is cute, should I wear this?" she holds up her choice of outfit.

I nod because she can pull that off and i definantially can't.

"You're all set, so help me out here bitch!" i joke, hitting her arm.

She laughs and glides her eyes throw my clothes, which her parents provided for me. Thank god they are fucking rich as hell!

"THIS!" she pushes me into the bathroom which is connected to her room.

After I am done changing i check myself in the mirror before stepping out for her to comment.



"Definitely my style." I smile and we talk for hours, falling asleep around midnight.

I just wish I had known what I was getting myself into that day.

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