Blue Eyed Boy (Third Book in the I Was Loving The Wrong Man series)

Chapter One

"Ow!" I yelled, cleaning up the open cut on my face. My step father is horrible to me. Ever since mom died, he would beat me. I just hoped my twelve year old sister, Layla, would never get hurt like this. My brother, Harry, doesn't even know we exist. Dave raped me from the time I was four to twelve. Once I got my period, he stopped. I took beatings so she would never be touched. One Direction is having a concert tonight in my home town of L.A. I am originally from Holmes Chapel, England, but Harry, Layla, and my parents divorced when I was four. Harry and I never really knew each other. I think the only reason why Dave hates me is because Mom cheated on him with dad and had Layla.

I grabbed my bag, backstage passes, and birth certificate. I went to Layla's room and got her. We then left.

Once we arrived backstage, the concert was nearly over. Once the boys came backstage I started crying. "Darling, what's wrong?" Harry asked. I grabbed his hand and pulled him aside. "Harry. I'm your older sister. M-my name i-is R-Riley." I cried. Harry's jaw dropped. I showed him the birth certificate and photo. "Oh my god! I thought I'd never see you again. But who's that little girl?" He asked. "Our little sister. Her name is Layla." I told him. Harry then moved his hand to my face. My tears still streaming. He touched my open wound. "Who?" Was all he could get out. "My step father. Harry, you have no idea what he did to me. I took beating after beating, rape after rape, to keep Layla safe and unharmed. I just need your help Harry. If we go back, we'll both die." I sobbed. Harry had tears in is eyes now. He just hugged me. I didn't feel like I was two years older than Harry. I felt like a little girl getting affection from her big brother. Harry wiped my tears and kissed my forehead then, he lead my to his dressing room which he shared with the rest of the guys. "Guys, meet Riley, my sister, and I guess you've met Layla, our younger sister already." Harry told them. A blue eyed, brown haired boy came up to me. "Hi. I'm Louis. Louis Tomlinson." He introduced himself with a warm hand shake and sweet smile. I think he likes me.

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