Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*

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?

Fear. The emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat. Hope. To wish for something, but to expect that one day it may happen. But what happens, when we're mad enough... To love out of fear, and fear out of hope? Annabelle Scott, she hoped for someone to save her, to pull her out of this torturing darkness, but can Zayn Malik help her, or will he find himself being pulled into the dark too? She didn't know much better, she was young and innocent. Was. Can Zayn the mysterious hooded figure, protect his beloved Belle, protect her from Eric, Belle's father, whilst he battles with an even bigger problem? Maybe sometimes, we need to stop and realise that, it may be best to stay away from the dark.