Demon One Direction

Demon One Direction

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I know most people don't say this but I was so thankful to get kidnapped to get away from my abusive father. Yes he hates me ever since the day my mom died he hated me and blamed me for it. I was walking home from my friends house late at night when I got a strange feeling. Like if someone was following me and sure enough I was right. I turned around and looked over my shoulders just to see a figure of a tall man. My walk came to a jog then a run I was running as fast as my legs could carry me. Then someone whispered in my ear as they tackled me to the ground. " why are you running baby" a think Irish ascent said in my ear. " LET ME GO " Then he covered my mouth with a cloth I tried not to breath it in but my body gave in and I was out like a light...
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"Alexia." Someone screams and soon I'm drenched in water. I gasp and sit up. My mom hugs me and I tensed. "Sorry." I whispered and relax. I was covered in sweat and water. It's almost been a year since I've been back home. I still have those terrors or should I say memories. That day has been scarred in my brain. I was only 7. I'm 17 now. But that memory has been haunting me for the past 3 days. My dad stood at the door watching silently. He gave me space and I loved how he cared enough to. Maybe it was the fact I had a panic attack once when he woke me. "Hi." I breath out. "Hey." He whispers. Long story short I was taken when I seven, a day after my birthday. I hadn't remember much about my family expected maybe my dad and two other boys who were, well are my brothers. But I've been in a cell obeying the rules of a monster for 10 years. It took a lot of therapy to just get me to say two words and stop hiding and running away 1 year of therapy to realize he can't hurt me now. "You can come in.." I say softly. He walks in and joins the hug. I sigh and lean into their touch. There's no doubt in my mind that I will be starting the sessions again.

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