Chapter 1

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BEEP BEEP BEEP!
I rolled over and threw a pillow at my alarm clock.

"Sophie! Get your lazy ass downstairs!" my crackhead mother yelled. I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I looked in the mirror to see my blue orbs staring back at me. I put my long, wavy brown hair with natural blonde highlights into a messy bun. I threw on a pair of sweatpants and my favorite hoodie. I went downstairs to see my mother sitting at the table holding a bottle of vodka and a cigarette.

"Listen up whore! I needed money to pay the bills, so I sold you. Your new owners will be here any minute, so go pack!"

"You can't do that! You're an awful mother!"
She shrugged and took a swig of vodka.

"I never wanted you to be born in the first place. Go upstairs and pack now!"
I planted my feet to the ground.

"No! Why don't you just use all the money you spend on crack and meth to pay the bills? "
She threw her cigarette at me.

"Because I love drugs and hate you!"
I stormed upstairs and felt the tears start to stream down my face. There was no way I was going to let her sell me to a creepy old man! I grabbed my backpack and filled it with some clothes and my favorite books. I tossed in my iPhone 4s and my The 1975 poster. I decided I was going to have to run away. Since I'm not like other girls, I don't have very many friends. My gay friend Jonathan was mean, but he lived like a block away. I slung the backpack over my shoulder and slipped on my converse. I bolted down the stairs and towards the front door when I felt someone grab me by the hood. It was my mom's drug dealer pot-belly boyfriend.

"Tiffany your bitch daughter is trying to run away!"
I punched him in the face which made him let go of me. But when I opened the door I saw 5 boys blocking the way. One with emerald green orbs and curly brown hair spoke first.

"Ello Love. We're your new owners!"
I rolled my eyes and pushed him.

"Aren't you guys that stupid band One Direction? There's no way in hell I'm going with you!"
I tried to run through them but I felt something hit the back of my head. I spun around to see my mom had just thrown a glass at me. I tried to jump on her but two of the boys grabbed my arms. She laughed in my face.

"Thanks for taking her off my hands boys. Bye you slut!"

"Shut the fuck up you dumb bitch! You're the one who just sold her own daughter! I hate you!"
The boy with light brown eyes slapped me.

"Hey! Don't curse you bitch!"
I slapped him back.

"Shut the fuck up!"
Before I had a chance to punch him, someone put a rag around my mouth. It smelled like chemicals, and it made me pass out.

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