Gi's POV:
I walked into the police station, and immediately got attention because of my apperance. Clothes to small and dirty, hair messy. Basically, I looked horrible. But what would you expect? I just escaped my abuser.
I walked up to the lady at the front desk, and told her my story. She immediatly realized who I was once I said my name. She called up my family, and she told me to sit and wait. She was really nice, I actually expected her to ask me loads of questions, but I guess she understood.
I waited and waited, but nobody came. My mom didn't come to get me. I got at the police station at 9AM, so the lady, Karen, says, and now it is 6PM. I guess they forgot about me.
"Honey, would you like us to drive you to your family?" Karen asked
"Urm sure?" I replied.
The ride back to my home took longer than I expected. When we arrived at my old New York home, nobody was home. But then I remembered one thing. We have a house in Wolverhampton, Emgland.
"Karen, last time I was with my family, we also had a house in England. What do I do?" I asked
"So that explains the British accent! I will cal your family now, and see what I can do honey. Don't worry." Karen said.
Soon, Karen ended up taking me to the airport, and I ended up on a...Private Jet? I am extremly confused, because the last time I remember our family wasn't rich... But I was the only one on this plane, so I guess I will have to quetion it when I get back home.
I got off the plane, and I soon saw a sign saying "Gi" on it, signaling that he was the one picking me up. I did not trust him, but then he showed me his police badge, to tell me he won't hurt me.
Soon after the short ride, we arrived back to my old home. I was extremely nervous. I knocked on the door, and a man came to the door.
"How may I help you?" said the man
"I am looking for my family. This is where I live..." I replied embarrased.
"Name please."
"Gi."
The look on his face was confused, but then he called my dad over.
"GI!?!?!" My dad said.
"Hi Daddy!" I ran into his arms crying.
"I missed you so much babygirl. Mom will be happy to see you."
Once the police officer left, my mom came in, very shocked. She had the same reaction as my dad.
"Dad, Mom,Paul, who was at the door?" my brother asked
"Who is she?!?" he asked again, once he saw me.
I was really upset. How can he forget me?
"dont you remember me," I cried, "your baby sister? The one that you will never forget and always protect?"
"Gi?" he said, his eyes tearing.
"Liam, you know my name," I smiled.
He took me into his arms. One thing that constantly went through my mind was "what is today?" but I felt stupid asking.
"I don't really want you to get upset or anything, but where did you come from, and where did you go?" he asked.
"Lets just say I was closer than you think. Where did you guys celebrate Christmas every year? That is where I was."
"AUNT LINDA AND UNCLE ANDREW?" He shouted, scaring me. I cringed and slowly backed away. He noticed and his face sofened.
"Gi, I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I know you didn't mean it."
"Do you want to talk about what happened?" he asked. I immediatly shook my head nooooo. I could not handle it right now. It is too soon. Liam then sat down on the couch in the living room, and I followed him and cuddled into his arm and slowly driffted into a deep sleep.
Liam's POV
Gi fell asleep in my arms. It was nice to have her back, but I was really curious about why our own family would take my baby sister away from me. I will get to the bottom of this. Nobody hurts my baby G.
About 10 minutes after she fell asleep, she started screaming. A terrifying shriek, like someone was murdering her. I immediatly tried waking her up.
"GI! Wake up!!"
She shot up from the couch, and clung onto my shirt for dear life, crying. Seeing G like this broke my heart. I can only imagine what they did to her. Little does she know that it is December 4, 2013 and her birthday is in less than 20 days. I don't even know how I am going to tell her about the band. Hopefully she will take it okay.
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My Escape is Far Away
FanfictionGi doesn't have an easy life. Bad things are drawn to her. Family went against her. She can't catch a break. No life is picture perfect. No one is perfect. Society makes it that way, where everyone and everything has to be perfect. No life is perfec...