Kidnapped by a Boyband

Chapter 5 (Celebrity Party)

I had spent the next few days in bed, recovering from what had happend.. The guys took care of me so well, it was hard to believe they had kidnapped me about a week ago..

I finally got out of bed and came out of the room around 6pm on a saturday night. I walked into the living room and saw all the guys sitting around looking at me.

I went and sat down saying "What's up??"

"Hannah...don't you think it's about time you tell us who you really are?.." Liam says after a long silence

I was done.. I couldn't keep all of this a secret from them..and I didn't care anymore. I mean it seems like they care about me more than anyone has since my family died. Yea they did kidnape me, But they were drunk.. I just wish it was easier to hate them.

"Ok, I'm gonna tell them." I say in my mind

I take a deep breath and start to talk

"When I was eleven my family died in a car accident.. none of them even had a chance at living..So I was put in foster care right away. My first foster family was...well, not the best..The youngest son, he was like thirteen then, he abused me at night when everyone was asleep..not like rape abused but like throwing me across the room and beating me for fun. I tried to tell the parents but they didn't believe me because the kid acted like a saint around them. After a couple months of that, I ran away and the cops found me and brought me back to that foster home, but they didn't want me so I went to another family. The next one was the same story.. Their kids would be mean to me, abuse me. So I got myself in big trouble so I could get a different foster family. I did. But nothing changed. I kept going from foster home to foster home. Either they ended up not wanting me or I got in trouble or I told "lies" about their kids. Almost every house I went to one of their kids either mentally or physically abused me. The one I'm in now is the longest I've ever been in a foster home but the family sucks and the oldest son tries to rape me almost every night...Josh.. He's the one I had the nightmare about. I've been in about eighteen foster homes my whole life, I was even in a stupid girls home for a while because my social worker couldn't find anyone who wanted me. So my home life sucks and its not like I can escape it when I go to school cuz its all the same.. No one likes me. They either feel sorry for me or pick on me. So I have no friends, I get bullied because Im not perfect like everyone thinks they are at my school. At one point I was cutting myself, but it only lasted a week. I have no one who cares about me. No one who cares that I'm gone...I'm kinda just here...don't really have a purpose.. But that's who I really am..." I finally finish with tears going down my face, still hurting from a few minutes ago

I hadn't been looking at their faces, I was looking at the ground the whole time because I didn't know what their reaction would be. But once I looked up, I saw that their faces and eyes are red and puffy and tears keep rolling down their faces as they sniffle. Some are crying more than others though.
But there're looking at the ground. Which I was kinda glad about because I don't know if I could handle them looking like this and looking at me.

Once they stop breathing heavily they look up at me, but they were still crying so I had to look away.

After a long moment of silence Harry says "Wh- why would you want to go back to that...."

I look at him and say "I don't want to, I have to..you just wouldn't understand.."

"Your right..we don't understand why you would ever have to go back to that or why you would even try to run away from us..I mean it seems like we treat you better than anyone at your foster homes..I just don't understand.." Liam says since Harry seems unable to talk.

I shake my head and say "I just.. Ahhh.... I can't stay here!" I finally yell walking to Louis's room.

A couple minutes later Louis comes in and says "You ready to go to bed love?"