Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

Intro to Tylie, Yo

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The smell of the grime slicked against my face made me want to hurl. And as I got pushed further into the nasty ground, the blade nipped at my throat. A man, a stranger, pinned me down to the alley floor. Silent tears streaked my face.

The man started cutting my clothes off my body, dragging the long knife down my abdomen making me scream out in pain. "Let's have a little fun," he chuckled. I spit in his face and mumbled, "Go to hell."  He jabbed the knife on the same trail once more and the storm drowned out my pleas.

Please, I thought,  let me die.

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+PROLOGUE+

Let me just start by saying that I am not at all the child who seeks out rebellion or trouble, even being the age 18. I never wanted to drink or do drugs even though living in the White House was so stressful, and because the one night I did drink brought me into a horrible situation that I prefer not to talk about.

Besides that huge speed bump in my life, I was relatively happy with myself and my years of living with my family. There was one more thing that happened, which was my brother dying at Military camp when I was 10. He was always there to fight my monsters for me, and when that happened I had to do it all by myself. My brother passing away never left me the same, even though I tried to pretend like it never affected me at all.

One of the reasons that I can't rebel is because bad things happen when you do that, and because my mother would kill me. Being the President's daughter you have to keep a squeaky clean reputation, and that's exactly what I did because I wanted to make my parents happy.

That was until I started learning things, and one of those things was that neither of my parents had a squeaky clean reputation. In fact their reputation was the one that got me into trouble, and put me into the horrible position I am today. It led me to be kidnapped by Underground Gang members, and it led me to uncover dangerous lies.

But, that's a story for a different time.

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+BEGINNING OF STORY+

My hand lazily flopped onto my bedside table. The hollow thuds felt like bullets to my ears, and I winced with every slap the the wooden countertop.cIt took a few more flops until finally I landed my hand on the stupid freaking alarm clock. The cold air that bit at my hand was too much for me, so I curled it back up under the blanket and shut my eyes again. Morning light that streamed through the windows tried to break through my closed eyelids, which made me burrow further under the covers.

"TYLIE BROOKE OWENS WAKE UP!" My mothers voice pierced my ears, making me groan and flop lazily on my back in my king sized bed. The pristine white ceiling made me nauseous, just like it did every morning. "Tylie you better be up when I get up there!" My mother, Naomi, called. Her voice was just at the bottom of the staircase which meant I had one minute to get up.