She's Fearless

Chapter 1

This is book two. And if you haven't read book one you are going to be very confused. Book one is She's Not Afraid.

(This first part is like a small little intro) 

I started to stand up when my father walked through the front door of the building. 

"Sit back down." he sternly instructed 

It's safe to say, he's pissed... 

"What exactly did you do this time?" he demanded. 

"Procession of drugs." an officer answered for me.  

"Well here." my father handed over a small bag. "Everything she should need." 

"What?"  

"Toothbrush, change of clothes, and your contact lens solution." 

"Why?" 

"Why? Oh, because I'm done Ali. So you spend the night here. I done, bailing you out. I'll see you tomorrow." 

"Wait, you're actually leaving me here? In jail?"I yelled at him. 

"Yes. Have fun, make friends." 

"Dad, no! I'll get beat up or raped or something!" 

"It's just one night. Goodbye Ali!" he waved me off and left the building. 

"Stand up please." the officer instructed.  

"Wait no, he'll be back. He always bails me out." 

"Well he isn't this time." he literally pulled me out of the chair onto my feet. He tightened the cuffs on my hands and lead me into another room. 

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The car ride home was awkward and silent. I wanted to tell me dad that I hate him and he made me suffer through a living hell last night and honestly I want to hit him.  

When we got to the house I went straight to me room only to find that it was full a people going through my things. 

"What the hell?" I yelled at them. Even Izzy, our house keeper, was taking my things out of my closet.  "What the fuck is going on?" I asked my dad when he got to the top of the stairs. 

"Don't swear. And they are just helping you pack your stuff. They should be done by the end of the day." he just smirked. 

"What do you mean packing my stuff?" I followed him down the hallway into his office.

"You, my darling, are going on a little vacation." 

"Where and why?" 

"I don't know where yet. But why? Because I said I'm done Ali. You need to straighten up your act and since you can't do that yourself, we're doing it my way now." 

"We've tried it your way it it obviously didn't work." 

"Oh no! My way worked. You just relapsed and I gave you numerous chances to change and you wouldn't so back to my way." 

"Where am I going?" I asked again. 

"I said, I'm not sure yet. I'm waiting for people to get back with me."  

"What 'people'?" 

"Just people. And by the looks of it right now, you should be ready to go by six tonight."

"How long?" I asked. 

"Depends. How long is it going to take you to change your attitude and straighten up?" just then the phone on the desk rang. "Hello?...oh great...amazing...alright....I understand...you too, bye now." he ending the call. 

"Who was that?" 

"Do you remember Paul?" he asked holding his hands together and putting his elbows on the desk. 

"Paul? You mean Paul Higgins? Yeah but why does he have anything-" I paused mid-sentence. "No! Hell no. I'm not going on any dumb ass tour again. And especially not with those assholes you call One Direction. No." 

"Well you don't really have a choice, now do you." 

"You can't force me on a plane." 

"True, but I can force you out of my house." I had nothing to say back to him. I can't believe he is doing this to me. I left his office and went back to my room. 

"Get out." I told everyone on the room. 

"Mr. Cowell said you need to be packed and ready to go by tonight." A random person that I have no idea who she is, said. 

"Forget what he said, I can do the rest myself." I sassed back her. 

"Come on." Izzy told them all to leave but before she left herself she stopped in front of me. "You were such a good girl." I wanted to roll my eyes at her but I didn't. She almost looked like she was going to cry.  

"People change Izz." I told her. She just nodded yes and left the room. 

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"Ali, you ready?" My father poked his head into my room. I had put some stuff back that I wouldn't need that the random people my dad hired to pack for me. And packed the stuff they had failed to, like hair straightener, extra piercings, and some of my favorite shirts.  

"I don't really have a choice, do I?" I snared at him. 

"Yeah, you really don't." I hate how proud of himself he is right now. 

I loaded my stuff into the car, my dad offered to help but I refused. He's already ruined my life I don't need him breaking or damaging anything of mine. He had someone drive us to the airport where he bought me a one way trip ticket Found out I'm going to Florida in America...yay... (Please note my sarcasm.) 

"You know I'm only doing this because I love and care about you, Ali." my dad told me when they called my flight for boarding. 

"And you know I will always hate you for this." I said with a straight face. His expressions did show that it hurt him to hear but I don't care, he deserves it.