Daughter Direction

                                                                       .~.PROLOGUE.~.

“BellaMae, can you come here for a second?” My Grandmother asked. She was in the living room, and I was in the play room with my Barbies.

“Yes Grandmother.” I replied back. “You stay right here. I’ll be right back!” I told my Barbies before leaving the room. I entered the living room to both of my Grandparents sitting in their chairs. I walked over to my Grandfather and sat on his lap. “Yes?”

“You’re going to live with your aunt Ava for a while.” My Grandfather stated.

“Why?” I simply asked.

“We’re…..Taking a trip.” My grandfather hesitated on saying.

“B-But Aunt Ava beats me..” I whispers, laying back into my Grandfather’s chest.

“Honey, no she doesn’t. Aunt Ava loves you!” My grandmother explained.

“Do I have to stay with her?” I whined.

“BellaMae, you will do as we say and stop whining. You are staying with Aunt Ava, and that’s final.” I love my Grandfather, but not when he is very stern with me. He is usually so sweet and gentle. “Do you understand me?” He asked.

“Yes Si-“

“Did you hear that?” My Grandmother asked, a bit scared. Just then, two guys with black masks on barged in the living room through the kitchen. I ran into my playroom and hid in a little room thing inside the closet that my Grandfather built. He built it for me In case of emergencies. This was an emergency. I shut the little door, and sat there. I heard my Grandmother scream, and a gunshot sound. A few seconds later, I heard another gunshot sound. I started crying silently, because I knew if I cried loudly the imposters would find me. I don’t know what happened next, because I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in a strong man’s hands.

“W-W-Where’s my Grandmother and Grandfather?” I asked the man balling my eyes out.

“Umm. I don’t know.” He stated slowly. “We need to get her to someone.” He told one of the guys standing next to him. There was 4 more guys standing next to him. The guy holding me has curly brown hair. He was very tall and had many drawings on him.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Harry Styles.”