Chapter 2

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Detective Albert's POV

I could tell she was telling the truth. I felt bad for the poor girl, but there wasn't anything I could do without more evidence. For all I know she could've made it all up, and she could've thrown the bottle.

But I knew in my gut, she was really a poor girl with no love in her life. Nobody should have to go through this hate.

"Thank you for telling me this. I will do all I can to make sure that I do what's right." I said to her.

"I hope you do the right thing" She said in tears.

Marie's POV

I walked out of the police station sobbing. I hoped my house was near. on the way home I decided to pack a big bag and take my moms car and leave, to never return.

I got home, and my dad left a note that they wouldn't be home until tomorrow. ' Probably at a casino or something' I thought. I got my old school bag, and threw all my money, my phone charger, my phone, some clothes, shoes, undergarments, and socks, and threw them into the bag.

I went downstairs and got some more money off the kitchen counter that was supposed to be for groceries.

I grabbed my moms car keys, got in her car and drove away as fast as I could. I realized that I hadn't had dinner, so I stopped at a café nearby. I brought my bag in with me to see what I

The café was very crowded, but I managed to get a table. Almost right after I ordered, someone showed up at my table. I thought at first that it may be my food, but he sat down across from me.

"Ummm... Why are you here?" I asked

He replied "I'm here to get to know the pretty girl." With an Irish accent.

"Oh!,where is she?"

"Right in front of me."

"Oh, well, thank you! What's your name?"

"You don't know it?"

"No"

"Wow.. that's a first"

"Why is that?"

"I'm only in the biggest boy band ever"

"Sorry, I don't really listen to music"

"Well I'm Niall."

"And I'm Marie"

"Marie?" He confirmed with a smirk "That's a beautiful name"

"You're really bad at flirting"

"I try"

I took his phone, not knowing what I was doing and put my number into his contacts, and sent myself a text.

"Hey! Why'd you take my phone?!" he responded to me.

I handed him his phone back."That's why" as I receive the text I sent myself

"Come over to the hotel we're staying at, me and the lads, and meet 'em"

"I have nowhere else to go, so why not" Was my lame response

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