Little Directioner

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T H I R D

Aowyn ( aye-oh-win) gazed out the car window. She was barefoot, and her once flawless skin was littered with bruises, and scars. Her mid length, dark blonde hair was slightly tangled, but it fell in front of her shoulders. There was a fresh bruise on her shoulder blade, that was covered by the thin white tank top she wore. The white lines on her legs were visible because of the black, thin shorts she adorned. The 11 year old girl was forbidden to make a sound. Fresh, salty tears rolled down her cheeks. Aowyn knew what was happening.

The woman in the passenger seat, occasionally looked in the rearview mirror, glaring at innocent, weeping girl in the backseat. "We're dropping you off. Don't you ever come back." She hissed. Her mother. The man driving, nodded his head, a sneer on his face. Her stepfather, her real dad had passed away a long time ago.

Aowyn simply nodded her head,the tears still falling. All she wanted to do was to curl up into a ball, and die. She didn't want this. Any child wouldn't want this. The girl was dressed in little clothing, while her parent were in their winter clothes, and snow had fallen, and the temperature was very low. She was going to freeze.

Suddenly, the car stopped. As Aowyn looked out of the window, she saw that the street had a couple of stores around, with a crowd of girls surrounding a theatre. Other than that, no one was there. Scared, Aowyn spoke, "A-Are we stopping here?" At this, the mother's head snapped to the backseat. "Did we give you permission to speak?"

The let out a terrified breath, as she shook her head rapidly. The woman glared coldly at her, and the car started driving again. It was a couple of miles before it stopped again. This time, after traveling away from the theatre, it was a deserted road, with snow around. No shopping center, no people, no nothing.

"Get out." At this, Aowyn looked up. It was her stepfather who had spoken. "B-but... It's freezing, and I don't have any clothes-"

"I said, get out." He growled lowly.

Aowyn sat there for a while, more tears threatening to spill. But she held them in. The one thing that she didn't have control over were the words that spilled out of her mouth.

"Y-You can't just leave me here!" She blurted out.

The mans head snapped up. He turned his head slowly to face her. The was a deadly glare placed on his face. "What did you just say to me?"

Aowyn's face turned into one of horror, and she was to shocked at herself to speak. The man got out of the car, slamming his door shut so hard it rattled the car. He stormed over to Aowyn's side, opening it, and roughly grabbed her arm, pulling her out. He pushed her onto the snowy ground, and Aowyn looked up in fear of what he was going to do next.

But he didn't do anything. He glared at her one last time, before getting into the car, and speeding of into the dark night.

The girl didn't know what to do. She stood up, already starting to get cold. Her feet and hand felt numb, as she wrapped her arms around herself, in hopes to attract some heat.

What had she done? What did she do to deserve this life? Aowyn was a good girl. She always obeyed the rules, and got all A's on things she had to do in school. That is, until her mother pulled her out. But that wasn't her fault, was it? Lately, Aowyn felt like everything was her fault. This of course wasn't true, but after everything that's happened, what was she supposed to believe?

So she stood there waiting. For something.

Anything.