={The Babysitting Prisoner: One Direction's Nanny}= (ON-HOLD)

={The Babysitting Prisoner: One Direction's Nanny}=

Prologue -- Imma be a WHAT?!?!

By: Miriam V****z

={The Babysitting Prisoner: One Direction's Nanny}=

Location- Lubbock, Texas, U.S.A.

Date- October

H/M/S (TIME)- 8:10.17 a.m.

Meryam's POV*

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Drip, drip.

Ugh, shut up, rain.

Drip, drip.

Why's it so wet here? And hot?

Drip, drip. I wake up with a start, trying to focus through the fog caused by my sleepiness. The first thing I realize is me sitting on a bed, sweatting. The pillow at the bottom edge of the bed and the sheets laying on the muddy floor. I pick them up placing them back up on the twin-sized bed. I look around me and spot the culprit of the dripping sound. A hole on the ceiling. Getting up, I stumble towards the location of the hole. I reach above me with both of my hands to cover the hole but it is still five inches away, even if I stand on the tips of my toes. After two minutes of trying to reach and cover it, I give up and go back to sit on the bed.

I look through the bars of my cell and find a white clock hanging high on the wall oppose me. One fourth through eight, 8:15. I'm guessing it's early morning since I just woke up. I'm not usually a morning person. Most of the time a guard has to get in here and wake me up. But whenever I do wake on my own, it means that something, either good or bad, is going to happen. And intuition tells me that this time is not good.

I know this because I was moved to a different part of the prison building. Prisoners only get moved to other cells if they're about to get out of here or because they've gone against a prison rule. One thing's for sure. I'm not getting out. I still have four more years at this hellhole of a prison. Seems I've got plenty of time so I'll tell you why I'm here.

For starters, you have my childhood life. The only crime kids would ever commit is cheating on a test or break their sisters favorite pop CD. Not me. At the age of eight, my mom left my dad and I to go to Acapulco and live with her new boyfriend. My dad was a drunk and could never hold a job for more than a month. And all the money he earned he spent on beer and cheap junk. So I was left to fend for myself. Since I was way to young to work, even to work as a housecleaner, I had no way of making money. And the only opportunity I had was theft. I started by stealing objects of small value from neighbors and kids at school. Going back and forth from the pawn and the black market. Sometimes I was unlucky and got nothing out of the things I stole. But other times I was as lucky as a kid can ever get, earning up to ten bucks. And so I became a thief.

Throughout the years, I learned what things were of real value, like gold and silver jewelry. I got to learn tricks to open locks and disable alarms. And got to know what kind of people to steal from. I moved on to the real good stuff at the age of eleven. Car theft. Stealing cars was simple and bringing them up to my temporary boss was no big deal. But at the age of twelve I got caught in the middle of stealing two Saleen Twin-Turbo cars and was sent to juvenile. My dad was tracked down after a year of jail and was found up north of Texas in El Paso. He took me to his house and I was surprised to see him proud of my theft skills. Told me he was stuck with a bunch of bills and his house was about to be taken away. So we made a deal, I would keep on stealing and provide money, and he would give me a place to stay and feed me.

He learned of my fighting skills, too and presented me to one of his friends who owned a ring and was leader of the greatest gang in El Paso. The guy set me up to fight with one of his toughest fighters, the Barbie. The first thing that crossed my mind was 'Gay guy? Easy peasy!', but was surprised by the size of the man. I really thought I was never going to make it alive since his shadow practically swallowed my whole body. But it turned out that this guy was only muscle and no brain. And he lost in no more than seventeen minutes. Every two weeks my dad would set me up to fight in the ring. And each time I won. I soon became known as the Abyss Doom, my ring name, because of some minor confusion involving my first name when I was first introduced. I also practiced underground fighting which was illegal in certain parts of that area, but I earned a lot of more money. Dad also became famous for his good gambling and managed to get us out of owing bills.