One Direction Slut

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From anyone on the outside, my life was perfect. I wanted to keep it that way. I was a B+ student, 16 years old. I had a lot of girl friends and they always told me I was funny, pretty, and charming. I didn't agree. I hadn't had a real boyfriend yet, maybe some boys of interest, but no one had asked me out that I was into. It didn't bother me. I would brush it to the side. I had whatever materialistic item I could ever need: Preppy clothes, iphone, ipad, a spacious house, what no one could see from the outside was the constant pressure and pain I expirienced everyday. I was never good enough for my parents. To them I was an underacheiving slut. My dad had a drinking problem. Bruises, like black pebbles littered my arms and legs. Nothing some concealer can't hide. I could go on living like this, but I didn't know when something would set them off or what punishment I would recieve. If it wasn't for that goddamned chiffon shirt I just had to get from fucking Abercrombie, I wouldn't be here as a sex slave to the world's most famous boy band. But lets rewind to that day I was sold.

My mother pounded up the stairs to see if I was doing homework. Of course I was. She opened the door with a slam and it hit the back wall. I jumped a little. She glared at me and I stared blankly back. I was used to this. It was some weird dominance thing, like a lion and a quivering gisel. I stayed calm, my head running over the day to see if I could have possibly done anything wrong. I smoothed the sheet of calulous problems below me.

"Did you wear THAT to school?" a huffing voice beside me roared. I looked down at my flowy see-through chiffon shirt. You could see my bandeau through it but I didn't realize it was that bad at school.

"Ummm... y-yes m-mom," I stuttered. A fire comparable to the pits of hell rose in her icy gray eyes. We had never looked alike. I had softer features and a slim body. My eyes were hazel and I had dark blonde, wavy hair and toned skin. She stomped over to me and slapped me a few times, beginning to pull me downsatirs with her. She began yelling about how I was a "fucking slut" and I was going to "get what I deserved". I quietly stared. I had learned to. Speaking in my defense made her anigrier. She brought out a tripod and told me to undress. This was unusual. The routine was simple, she would yell and hit me a few times and I would walk away with nothing I couldn't handle. She told me to undress. I stared with a furrowed brow. She laughed. "I told you that you would get what you deserved, slut." She said with a smirk. I quietly complied. She snapped photos of me just standing there. She then told me to go finish my homework. I found it odd but redressed and went upstairs.

A couple days later my mother and father came into my room on a Saturday morning. Gray light filled the room eerily as It always did in the early mornings. I got up. "You're leaving," They said. I didn't understand. "You made us quite the money little bitch," my father said. "Pack your things,"

I packed a suitcase went downstairs. I got the nerve to ask my mom where I was going. "You're going to be a sex slave," She said calmly. I couldn't register what was happening. There was no one to fight or kick, just me shivering in the cold kitchen in front of a woman I hated. I couldn't fight her, I had tried before and I always found out that I was ALWAYS the weaker one in any sitution.

There was a knock at the door.

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