The Truth Hurts (A ONE DIRECTION FAN FICTION)
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Today's the day I get to go see my brother. I haven't seen him in four years. I heard he's in a band now. Whatever. My dads sending me to him for an "attitude adjustment." Just because I shut him out of my life. Your probably wondering why. Well my mom and dad divorced as he for remarried. My step brother and sisters make my life a living hell. They abuse me, swear at me, spit on me and even pull the nastiest pranks on me. I try telling my dad but he just laughs it off even after the countless bruises and scars I've shown him. So now i just should my self out from everyone. I skip school, self harm, and even tried drugs, but my dad found them and took them. I'm glad, I didn't like them anyway. I'm only 17 and my life is going down the drain. That's why I'm being sent to Liam. This outta be good.
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