Moments(completed)

My past

OKAY THIS SUCKS BUT MY STORY DELETED!!! I HAD SEVEN PAGES WRITTEN AND POOF THEY WENT BYE BYE! COMMENT PICKLE IF YOU ACTUALLY READ THIS!

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Brenley's P.O.V(IN A COMA/DREAM)

I knew I shouldn't have gotten close to him, I knew he would end up just like my old dad. I guess it is time for you to know what really happened, what really got me sent to that terrible foster home. My biological dad had a drinking problem.. He would come home day after day drunk because my mother left me with him. I remember my mom being so kind and caring, if I ever was upset she would make things better. She and my dad would always get into fights and she eventually couldn't take it anymore, her only mistake was leaving me in that heck hole. After that my dad would come home with a new idea to torture me with. He started by just beating me and burning me, whenever he got back from the bar he would stick a metal rod in the fire until it turned cherry red and he would press it against my back giving me what I thought was the worst feeling in the world. He and his 'friends' would come up with games to see who could make me cry the quickest. The winner got me for the night... Yes, his friends would eventually rape me... I sware that is the worst pain anybody could go through. They would tie me up to the bed post and do things to me, all of them at one time, the one that made me cry or scream the quickest won me for the night. My own father didn't see me as a real person, he saw me as a sex toy. I would wake up in pain and feel so nasty but I couldn't do anything, my so called dad and his friends did everything for me, including wash me, and usually taking baths are relaxing but these aren't trust me I should know. My father eventually experimented with me and see how much money I could earn him, he eventually missed being the one who inflected the pain to me so we went back to the old game. The last thing I remember was him coming up to me and......

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Louis P.O.V

I can't believe I hurt my baby girl. I promised her that I would never do that to my baby. It has been 2 whole fudging day since I have seen my baby's bright blue eyes shining. She has been in a coma for 2 whole days. It is the hardest thing that I have ever had to go through. She flinches, screams, and even speaks in her coma. I have heard enough about her past to know why she was so scared of us at the beginning. After she wakes up....if she wakes up I can't take this anymore. I am full out sobbing on my baby girl and telling her that I am sorry. I squeezed her hand, and she squeezed it back. I jumped out of my chair and begged Bren to open up her eyes. They remained closed. The doctor said that this may happen, and when she wakes up she will fear us even more, she will be worse than the beginning. This has taken a toll on all of the boys but Niall looks so lost. That irish leprechaun refuses to eat. 2 days,48 hours without food! That's a new record for Niall. The boys and I sleep in the hospital and stay with her the whole day! We even sleep on the cold, icy floor. I feel so guilty right now. "I'm so sorry Bren please just please open your eyes." I heard a ear piercing scream and saw my baby pushed as far away from me as possible screaming her head off. "PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!!!" she screeched. My baby hates me, was the last thing I thought before everything went black.

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