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Beautiful Mistake
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em mar 02, 2013
My name is Isabella Styles. Or Bella for short. I live with my step dad, Jason, and brother, Harry. My life isn't the greatest.. You could say we were orphans, except we had an annoying, bossy, and rude step dad. Jason didn't even take care of us, we had to get our own food, and money. He only provided us with the house, which is rightfully ours anyways.



Everything went downhill when my mom died in a car crash. That day was the worst day of my life. The man hit my mom ran off, and we didn't catch him. Tragically, we lost her the next morning. My life felt like it was over. I literally felt like I crashed and shut down. My mom was the greatest woman I knew. I loved her more than anything. My brother, Harry, was always by my side helping me along the way. I struggled a bit in school, and didn't have any friends. The only choice was to drop out of school. And then, I just took on silence. 

I don't remember the last time I talked. I didn't even remember the sound of my own voice. Harry sat with me every night, trying to get one word out of me. I just couldn't... Until... He crossed my path.
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*Harry Styles* "Hanna!" I screamed, trying to open the door to the black Range Rover. I ran over to the passenger side door that was just being closed, and I ripped it out of the man's grip. "Let her GO," I demanded, even louder now. The guy had tattoos up and down his arms, and a tear drop tattoo on his cheek. What the hell, I thought. A tattoo like that means you've murdered people. Murdered. "Jordan!" I had heard her cry in utter terror. The driver reached back and punched her right in the temple. Before I lost my grip on the door, the last thing I saw of Johanna was her face, filled with fear, mascara down her cheeks, and red, inflamed bruises. The man I was trying to take the door from elbowed me in the mouth, hard, and slammed the door. Moments later, I was sprawled out on the pavement, stunned and confused, until a lady noticed me. "Call an ambulance!" She yelled to another bystander. No. I thought. "No, no ambulance." I got up, and looked around for the car, which was no where in sight, and I had no idea where it went. The lady insisted I stay and get checked out as she pointed to the blood all over my sweater. I looked down, the ground felt shaky under my feet, but I had to get help. I ignored her, and started running, as fast as I could to Harry's house, five blocks away. I started sobbing as I ran. They could have already killed her.