Chapter 2

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After what seemed like weeks, I finally woke up in a small white room that smelled like sweat and blood. I got scared, I turned my body but I winced in pain and my hand quickly grabbed my right side. My eyes squeezed shut and I heard the noise of a creaky old door opening, then slammed shut. I heard the voice of a mans deep voice chuckle he walked over to me and that's when I opened my eyes. It was my dad.

"Dad please just let me go." His face turned to a deep red and his face washed over with the sight of anger. He finally cut the rope that was wrapped around my hands and feet. He isn't the man I thought he was. I always believed he would be the caring, generous father that's always there for me. Nope, he's the complete opposite.

"Where's mom" I whispered scaredly, not making any eye contact. My dad looked at me and smiled a devilish smile.

"That's for me to know" He replied. I looked around to see if there was any way out of this horrible place.

"Why did you even take me here?"

My dad didn't reply. He just looked at me, and slapped me across the face. He grabbed the glass and the vodka bottle that was on the table and poured it into the glass, gulping it down. He just walked right out of the room.

"God he's so dumb" I mumbled under my breath, looking straight at the window on the left of me.

I waited for about another minute and wobbled over to the window. I winced on ever step, cursing under my breath. I knew the deep cut was obviously from my dad, but the thing is I don't know what the hell caused him to do it.

I struggled to jump out the window but I did successfully do it. Once I hit the ground, my body fell straight to the ground and I screamed out in pain. I quickly covered my mouth thinking my dad would come bursting out of the buildings door, but I sat there for a few minutes and gladly he didn't come.

I got up and started walking back into the city. I started crying. I had no idea where my mom was, the cut was striking me with pain every 10 seconds, and I was so cold with no money at all. My body started trembling and I fell to the ground again. I leant up agains a building and some cars pasted by me with curious faces walking by. A tall man with beautiful blonde hair and his blue eyes still sparkled in the dark smoky night, didn't walk passed me. He did stop, finally someone nice enough to help me.

He bent down to my level, and I looked away shutting my eyes. I didn't want him to notice I was in pain. Before I knew It, I was picked up and he brought me behind a building. I was placed in his car, and he placed something over me. It smelt like mint, and cologne. I looked at it and it was his jacket. We started moving, and off in some direction.

"We'll get you there as soon as possible, don't worry" The man said, and I could barley understand through his thick Irish accent.

We arrived to our 'destination' and the man carried me in, and called out for doctors, and surgeons. Soon enough, they all came running and took me away from the man who saved my life.

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I woke up in the recovery room, and looked around. The hospital didn't seem familiar at all. There was a quiet knock, and I did my best to tell them to come in the loudest I can. I recognized the man who saved me, standing by the door with his hand in his pocket.

"May I come in?" He asked politely, and I nodded with a smile. He took a seat on the chair next to me, and looked at me with worried filled in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" I nodded. "Thank you" was all I could manage to say. "You're welcome. I'm Niall Horan by the way" Niall introduced himself, and reached out his hand.

"Ariana Brock" I shook his hand, and the doctor came flying in rough the doors which startled me.

"Ariana, you're ready to go. Just make sure you take it easy out there" I smiled, and Niall helped me out of the bed. "Thanks"

Thanks a lot for all the reads!! I really appreciate that. Keep it up, and I'll update soon!!

Shiana xx

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