I was just another fan to him. I didn't think by sending that one little tweet to Niall Horan, 1/5 of the famous boy band One Direction, my life would change forever. I was nothing special. Just like any other 17 year old girl. Hands touch, eyes meet and apparently, he saw something special in me.

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?*

My best friend was taken from me two years ago. He was sent to a mental institution by his drunk parents. I get to visit him every often but thats not enough. And to top it off he's starting to lose parts of his memory. My world is crumpling so i decide to run away. I think its running away from my problems but I'm just running towards more problems. I run into niall,liam harry louis and zayn. And i begin to fall for two of them even thoe im not suppose to and before i know it my worlds crumpling ...I'm falling for people I'm not suppose to and I'm on the edge of giving up...but i just need to stay strong and hold on