Dimples

Chapter 1

**On the side is a picture of Lily Collins. The girl who I imagine playing Alora Devine.**

My mother walked out on my family after my brother, Josh, left to follow his dreams of becoming a famous drummer. She left and the only thing she left was a note telling me that she couldn't handle it anymore. What 'it' was, I didn't know but 'it' was enough to make her leave. After that... things just went downhill. My father never approved of anything I did. And after my mother left, he only hated me more. That's when the beatings started.

Every night he would get plastered out of his mind and come home to take all of his frustration, anger, and sorrow out on me. This began when I was fifteen. I never told anyone what was happening. Especially not Josh; I didn't want him to leave his dream to come help me. So I just didn't tell anyone. At school I didn't talk to anyone and nobody seemed to notice me. I had no one to vent to and I wouldn't even vent to them if they were my friend. I wouldn't talk to them about anything. Not about the mental, physical, or sexual abuse.

"Alora?" Josh asks softly through my door as I look around my room that is completely packed into suitcases.

"I'm coming." I answer timidly. I don't want to be treated like this piece of fragile glass that will shatter if you say the wrong thing. I hate appearing weak but ever since our mother walked out all I've been able to do is hide and cry and cut and hide. It's all a cycle that is ending today. Almost everything that I own is packed into suitcases and ready to move onto a tour bus with Josh. He is the famous Josh Devine. The drummer for the worldwide heartthrob that is One Direction. He loves touring with the boys and always used to tell me that the fans are amazing but I'm nervous to be near people I don't know with how unstable I am. I haven't even been able to leave the house since the incident two weeks ago and I'm so glad that Josh makes our father leave us alone. All he does now is sent me deadly glares that chill me to the bone. I take one more glance through my almost empty room then walk out. I take a deep breath and finally shut the door behind me.

"Hey. Are you ready to go?" Josh asks carefully as if I was a piece of porcelain china. I nod to him and walk out to the van that was taking us to the tour bus where we would stay with the One Direction boys. A body guard takes my suitcases from me and smiles as I climb into the van. I don't return it and only maneuver to the back row of seats before I put in my headphones and start music, shutting out the world. Little Mix's lyrics and voices fill my head and put me at ease so that when I close my eyes and put my head against the window, I fall asleep, ignoring the worried glances from Josh.

The van coming to a stop jolts me from my nightmare. I blink my eyes multiple times to try to get the tears out of them and pull out my ear buds. I have to breathe a couple of steady breaths before I am able to look around without my nightmare popping into my head. I have been getting nightmares for as long as I can remember. I don't even remember having a good dream since I was eight or nine.

As I look out the windows of the van I see that we are parked in front of a fancy looking hotel and there are bodyguards surrounding the entrance. With the help of local police they are holding back the thousands of fans that are all over the streets.

"Where are we?" I ask in a groggy but quiet voice. Josh turns around to answer me.

"We have to pick up 5 Seconds of Summer and take them to the tour buses." He explains while he gives me a wary look over and eyes the sweat on my forehead. "Are you okay?" he asks stupidly. I give him the best death glare I can summon before snapping back an answer.

"What do you think, Josh? You're uprooting me from the only life I've ever known so that you can be an annoying protective brother. I have been abused since mom left and it didn't even stop until after you came back. Why the actual hell would you ask if I am okay?" I am breathless and close to tears by the time my rant comes to an end but the anger is still bubbling in my chest. Josh looks regretful and guilty but before he can reply the van door slides open and four tired boys climb in.