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Chapter 1

ZOE'S POV

I woke up dreading the day ahead of me. Today was Saturday. Everyone loves Saturdays mainly because of no school, parties, sleeping in, etc. For me Saturdays are pointless and humiliating. Saturdays are adoption days. Days where people come in to adopt someone else's kid because they couldn't have their own. I know that's a bad way of saying that, but we all know that's the reality of it all.

Adoption days make me feel like some banana in a grocery store. You will learn very quickly that I have a very screwed up mind. Anyway let me explain this whole banana thing. People come into the orphanage (grocery store) to adopt a child (banana). They want to pick out the most perfect banana in the world for their family, so 99.9% of the time they will choose a nice fresh banana (kids two and under). If there aren't any fresh bananas left, the people will go for the bananas that are starting to turn brown but still aren't completely brown and disgusting (children ages 3-12). After that comes the oldest bananas... the ones that nobody wants. That one single banana in this grocery store is me. So basically I am a 14 year old bruised banana. Wow Zoe, what a good way to describe yourself.

I've lived in this hell hole for about seven years now. Obviously I haven't lived here my whole life, but that's not the point. The point is that I had a life before I came here. A pretty shitty one, but it was still a life.

I was born August 6, 1999 to Amy and Skip Walker. I also had a younger sister named Jeslyn. Emphasis on the word had. I HAD a mother. I HAD a sister. My father? Haven't seen him since I was seven. When I was five my dad lost his job and started drinking like A LOT. One day he came home drunk with a gun. What a great combination! Anyway he got really pissed off and started to shoot up the place. I hid in the kitchen cabinet as I watched him shoot my mother and sister. For some strange reason he didn't shoot me. I was confused why but I soon found out. He made me his personal slave. I had to work for him 24/7. If I did anything wrong, which seemed to to be all the time, I would get a full body beating. That's not even the worst part. Every night he would tie me to his bed and rape me. I lost my virginity to my father at the age of five. That kind of explains why my mind gets really fucked up at times. After two years of all his abuse, I was done. One day when he was at the bar I ran away. I managed to find my way to an all girls adoption center and I've lived here since. I'm still confused as to why no one thought it was strange to see a seven year old girl covered in scars and bruises walking down the streets of Los Angeles by herself, but no one cared enough to stop me and that's why I'm here today.

So that's my story without all it's gruesome details. Nobody knows it accept for me. My dad is either dead or too drunk to remember it all. I don't plan on telling anyone. It's too embarrassing. It will forever and always be my little secret.

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Okay so hi!!!!!!!! Sorry I know this chapter is boring and all over the place, but I had to explain some things so everything would make sense for the rest of the chapters! For all the directioners reading, don't worry the boys will be coming into the story very very soon! I will do my best to update multiple times a week!