Sitting Next To His Dead, Cold Body, The Police Ran Inside My House. They Snatched Me Up From By Him And Threw Me To The Wall, Roughly Putting The Hand Cuffs On Me, All I Could Do Was Laugh, It's Funny How They Heard His Faint Screams But Didn't Hear Mines.After All These Years Of Being Abused By The One I Thought I Loved, I Finally Had Enough And Killed Him.

I am only fifteen...how could this happen to me? I am nerdy-straight 4.0 GPA, never smoked, never done drugs, never had a boyfriend, never had sex, never tasted alcohol, so why did he have to kidnap me? And how does One Direction fit into this mess?