I woke up and rubbed my eyes. I got up from the bed and wrapped morning hygiene, and then I got dressed. I went out of the room and went down the stairs, and then I walked into the kitchen. As usual, they were all there.
"Morning." I greeted them with a smile.
"Morning." They answered, all exept Harry. What else to expect from him? I do not understand why he hate me. Not that I had killed someone or something. I ate breakfast and left a plate in the sink, and then I came out of the kitchen. I entered the living room. They looked something stupid on television.
"Um ... What do you think to go out sometime?" I asked. I need me some fresh air.
"No." said Harry shortly. All the others were silent.
"Please! I need clean air! I can not be closed forever in this house!" I spoke waving hands.
"I do not know ..." said Niall hesitation to say what will happen next.
"Maybe we should really go out somewhere. She can not be closed forever in the house." Niall continued.
"No fucking way! She just came here, and she immediately wants to go out and have fun!" yelled Harry.
"It is not true! I just need a fucking air!" I yelled. Suddenly he stood up and approached me.
"Don't fucking yell at me!" he shouted.
"You fucking yell at me, too!" I yelled.
"Go to your room." he was just trying to stay calm.
"No." I said firmly.
"Get in the fucking room!" he shouted. I jerked the strength of his tone. A few seconds I was thinking what to do, but I decided to go into the room, because I do not have the strength to argue. So I did. I climbed the stairs and went to my room, but I came to a better idea. So I got into Harry's room and I started to look around. He had a lot of books, which was really weird because I never assumed that someone like Harry read. I opened the drawer of the commode which was to his bed. Inside was a bag of condoms and some notebook. What will Harry so many condoms? Oh my God, why am I even thinking about it? I quickly looked away with a condom and focus it on a notebook. I really liked it because it looked like those old books. I opened it. Weird. It's empty. Without hesitating, I took it and carried to my room. If Harry finds out, he'll kill me. I sat on the bed and picked up a pen. I decided to use this book as a diary. I began to write:
Dear diary,
Anything's happened in the last three days. Stepmother sold me to five guys. I serve them as a sex toy. It's so ... so horrible, is not it? With both sides. How Maria (that's her stepmother) could sell me five unknown men? How could they have heaps of me? As if I thing, not a human being. They do not let me not to go out. I kept closed in this huge house. Only Niall is good. He had not even taken part in all of this. He did not give them the money to buy me. He bought me a lot of clothes and shoes. He's so beautiful, is not it? There is also Harry. He's acting so horrible. At least to me. He hates me. I do not understand it. Not that I had done something so he has an excuse why he behave like that. He's really a jerk. For the rest ... well they are ok.
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