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?*

What if somone told you that they loved you? Would you believe them right off the bat? Or would you make them prove it in someone or another! Well this is how my story starts. Someone told me they loved me. I believed them right off the bat! Did I make the right choice or the bad choice? Now I know that I love way to easly! I beileved and what do I get a broken heart? He did everything imaginable to break my heart.

- because this moment simply is -

" Babe I love you so much " Harry said planting a kiss on my cheek. " I love you more " I said looking into his emerald green eyes. " Angel, I will never let anything hurt you " Harry said whispering into my ear. Something was hurting me though every weekend I suffer the pain. I couldn't tell Harry though. I felt so trapped, trapped inside my own cage. " Alright " Harry said lifting his head up. He looked so perfect in the moon light. " Yeah " I said trying to forget about what I was just thinking of. Today was Friday night. Tomorrow night I had to suffer the pain again. Harry noticed my bruises but, I just told him I fell down my stairs. I dont want Harry to get involved in this. Im affraid he will get killed and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that happened.

Like many typical girls, eighteen year-old Rachel Morgan falls head over heels for an out-of-reach guy, named Harry Styles, who, in her presence, tints her cheeks red, strips her of her vocabulary, and has all of the Earth's butterflies fluttering to her stomach. While her long-time best friend Niall is spilling his juice or crumbs from his Nando's chicken all over their usual cafeteria table, Rachel is spilling over Harry with her friends, Nat and Ashley. The only downside to Harry's lush, brown curls, cheeky dimples, and sensual, green eyes is that while he's wearing his husky blazers, preppy Jack Wills hoodies, or rusty Ramones t-shirts, he's got Rachel feeling like she's wearing an invisible cloak. But after joining the volleyball team, she dumps her invisible cloak for a jersey as Harry, who's also on the volleyball team, begins flirting with her. After the two go on an unplanned, syrupy adventure, they find themselves more close to each other than ever - that is, until a new guy moves into town; Zayn Malik. Starting off as a shy, artistic, and mysterious friend to Rachel, Zayn soon becomes the only wedge that could come between her fairy-tale relationship with Harry. Being Zayn's best friend, Liam Payne, the school jock, helps to further Rachel and Zayn's relationship. To complicate things even further, her best friends, Niall and Louis, begin to harbour secrets and spin cobwebs of their own. Then, a new girl with some baggage enrols into Beakman High School and gives Rachel an unpleasant feeling. What do you do when love gets complicated?