That fucking psycho better not talk to me for the next month or i will call the police. Again i hate this fucking house.
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An: hey guys hows it been? This story is way better than last time. Im redoing it! YAY! Ok now back to the story.
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I ran away to the only friends home my asshole of an uncle of mine doesn't know about. Zayn's. Once i was there he imidiatly opened the door. He known there was something wrong then. "What happened?"he asked. "Nothing", now he knows something is wrong. "C'mon, you can tell me. Its not like im gonna be famous and tell everybody your secret." He should. He has an amazing singing voice that no one has heard but me. "You should. Not the secret part though." He laughed at this. "Oh come on! You know that everyone likes your voice." "The only person that heard me sing was you." I said"Yeah i know. But that bitchy uncle of mine yelled at me again. This time i ran away."
After i told him this he invited me in. "I admit. Im a bit surprised that you came here. After all you got three other friends other that me that you trust a lot more than me." "Thats not true",i said as i put my hand on his cheek," i trust you the same as my friends." Zayn blushed at this and started nervously coughing. I love doing that to him. "Uh....we should probaly go up to my room. Its to crouded to talk down here." I trusted him with this because he had a little girl running around that i asume she was his sister. "Yeah your right. Lets go." And with that he led me to his room.
His room is like any ordinary teenage boy room. Dark blue wallpaper and messy. "So how do you like The Malik suite?" He said that with a smirk on his face. "How I like it? I just absolutly love it," i said with an overly sarcastic voice. "Thanks i really put alot of effort into this" he said with about the same sarcstic voice as mine. "It shows," i giggled, " You wanna play bo2?" "Sure." And with that we got into the bo2 war.
Right in the middle of our war, the door knocked. I quilkly looked out the window and as sure as shit, there was that motherfucking son of a bitch. I looked at Zayn wide-eyed. He mustve known this might of happened because he quikly grabbed my arm and ran downstairs out the back. We quikly got in his car anddrived out and into the interstate. "Where we going" i asked. "To Erin's house. She will know what to do."
When Zayn got out of the car, he turned, walked to the side, and held out his hand with a mild b,ush creeping on his face. "Thanks" i said and got out of the car. I saw Erin running towards me with her arms spread out. I also saw Emily and Ve'Ja walking out of the house. "Victoria!" "Erin!" i said mimicking her actions. "So i heard you ran away." How did she know?
