Adopted by One Direction
It all started when I was about 4 or maybe even when I was younger. I know I was really young, either way. My dad started hitting my mom, pushing her, and eventually leaving bruises all over her body. She cried every night, wishing to leave, but she couldn't bring herself to. Then, countless days after hearing her sobs and screams from the abuse, she decided to get a divorce and a day before it would be made official, she couldn't handle it anymore, staying at the house, so she left me there, and drove off into the night where she got into an car accident and she died. I was stuck with my father and he abused me, much like my mom. I didn't have any friends at school, but everyone knew what was happening and they didn't care. They didn't do anything. One day, at last, the police came and took my dad and then took me to an orphanage. Now, these 5 guys have adopted me and they're supposed to be in a group called "One direction".