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Emerys life has been hard. with her father's disappearance and her mother's abuse, she's never experienced love and affection. this all changes when a group known as "one direction" buys her off of...
the day has arrived. harry shall break out of his chains and me and him will escape on to a ship, changing our identities, and being freed from the mafia. then we'll finally have a perfect life together, just...perfect...
because this is what i want.
or atleast that's what i keep telling myself...
i wake up at 7:08 am, awoken by florence. god, will i miss her. she was so sweet and perfect and i stg if i could take a pocket knife and cut her nose off to have for myself i would.
"good morning, sunshine." she takes the hair from my wild mane and pulls it back to look at my sleepy, dreary self. i smile, and i feel a tickle from the tear falling down the side of my face. today was going to be a hard day.
"good morning, flo." i smile, and she hands me some herbal tea.
"oh, reminder, dad is having a meeting today," she looks at the cameras, then back to me to wink. "if you want to maybe...stop by and attend it while..."
"yeah, i know, i know." i smile, but theres pain in my blue orbs. "i'm gonna miss you."
"shhhhh." she smiles. "i'll see you tomorrow."
"LIAR!" i scream, i cant help it💔
"ok, shut up." she pinches my leg. "you're gonna ruin the plan, girly."
"sorry🥺"
she walks out, and i sip my herbal tea in one gulp. i was so nervy💔
i get dressed in a sexy outfit, the last outfit everyone besides harry will ever see me wear.
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i finish off the look with red lipstick like taylor swift. except, of course, i'm not cool like her💔 even after today, deep down i'll still be a misunderstood freakazoid.
and there my timer goes off, the time striking 12:25. i run over to that same dining room to see the long table, all the security guards sitting down, my father at the end of the table. i take in a sniff. mmm. dominos. so italian of them🥺 #pizza.
"ok so just to go over, you have put boobie traps arr around the cages where we've kept the peopre we've horden captive to make it nearry impossibre for them to escape whire we have this meeting, rike, as an example, harry styres?" i hear him say. "perfect!" he looks up to me, and his face brightens. "my beautifur daughter! you're rooking a rittre green, are you ok?" he asks, and alas he is right. i am feeling sick, because how would i be able to distract them while harry gets through all of those boobie traps😰.
"father!" i smile, walking down the stairs. "may i join this meeting, and hear a little more info about the people you are holding...captive, perhaps?"
"oh of course, that's not sus at arr!" he smiles, and i take a seat next to, ugh, simon. "i was just saying how arr of our prisoners wirr most rikery not be abre to escape, or at reast not arive." all of them laugh in unison. "and we were arso talking about how yourr do in assassin training. i see potentiar in you, babes."
