Mother? (Darcy Ann Styles)

This girl is a directioner?

    Well I hope this chapter is at least 2 pages long, cause far there all very short >:(

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           I stifled a yawn as I sat up in the truck, "Are we almost there Kitty?'' I asked. "Oh we are here darling" someone replied. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, that didn't sound like kitty. As my eyes adjusted to the dark I saw a figure of a woman looming over me. "Who are you?" I asked scrambling back quickly till the door hit my back, my hands hit the handle and as I reached for it I realized my hands were tied together.

I pressed my back more firmly against the door, "What do you want?" I questioned. "Stop asking so many questions Darcy, don't worry about my name and for what I want will soon be mine anyway" she said grabbing my arm with her bony hand her nails digging into my skin. "Now come on let's get you inside, Darcy" I shrank back from her reach "How do you know my name?"

I asked my hands desperately searching for the door handle. "Oh it was something your father always said he was going to name his daughter, our daughter" My body froze, my hand found the handle but I couldn't make my hand open it, I couldn't do anything I was frozen in place.

    "Come on deary let's go home" She said dragging me out of the truck, she picked me up and carried me into the house. She dropped me off on the sofa and flipped on the light. I understood now why she carried me my feet were bound to but with chains not rope.

Now that I could see her in the light I saw we looked nothing alike, she had green eyes but I could tell they were contacts her real eyes? Most likely brown. Her hair was red and had bad split ends, she was plump and her face was covered in make up, which was excessively over done, cheap red lipstick covered her chapped lips, her eyes were caked in gold eyeshadow and darken with so much eyeliner she looked goth. She was the exact opposite of what my father would go for.

  She let out a sigh, "You know your father was the first person to make me feel beautiful" She flipped on another switch and the opposite wall lit up. I recoiled away the wall was full of pictures of my father, most with him without a shirt, gross.

The wall showed pictures of them together, but the ones of my father were magazine cut outs, I could tell because they weren't glossy like pictures. I wasn't till her cat rubbed up against me that I remembered something, "Achoo!" I sneezed. "Bless you child"  she said still gazing fondly "Achoo! . . . Achoo! . . . Achoo!" I shoved the cat off me and tried to wipe my nose. "Is some thing wrong Darcy?" The lady told me. "I'm allergic to cats that's all, what did you do to Kitty?"

"Oh was that your little friends name? He is going to be fine, he should be coming to any minute now" I sat up straighter. "Where is he" I said glancing around hoping to find him in the room. "Oh you won't find him here, he's back at the gas station, you both slept nearly a day" she explained. My phone buzzed on the table, we both looked at it.

"Oh look at that your Aunt is worried about you well let me fix that" she said before typing in a reply. "What did you sent her?" I  asked. "Well let's just say she won't bother you anymore"

Mrs. Horan P.O.V.

 "Niall, sweetie?" I called. "Yes Princess?" he answered swooping into the kitchen. "Taste this for me, would you?" I asked. "Gladly" he said pulling of a small piece of turkey. "Absolutely mouthwatering" "Has Darcy come by yet? She was supposed to come pick up the pumpkin pie" 

"Are you sure it was today it's nearly dark" Niall replied looking out the kitchen window into the darkening sky. "Let me just text her, just to make sure" "Honey you worry to much" Niall said wrapping his arms around me. "Oh my gosh" I said dropping my phone. "What?" Niall asked. "Look" I said pointing at my phone. I buried my face in my hands trying to hide the thick tears that were pouring out.

Me:Darcy, where are you its getting late, sorry if you already home, I'm just worried.

Darcy: Butt out of my life you're not my mom! I can do whatever I want I'm not a kid anymore. So get out my life, seriously!