Alyssa,
I walked along next to Zayn. People along the streets that usually beat me up stayed away from me. "Where are we going?" I asked Zayn.

"To get you help." Zayn replied. OMG! He was so sweet! I saw a gray Rav4 and he said "Get in."

I was getting really nervous. What if he didn't really wanna help me? What if he was trying to kidnap me? It's ok Alyssa, just go with the flow.

I sat in the passenger seat and let Zayn drive. I really didn't care where we were going. My life was already fucked up. I held my cheek and looked out the window.

Zayn broke the silence by saying "So tell me about you." He looked over at me and then back at the road.

"Well as a kid growing up, my parents got divorced, my dad got angry about the divorce so beat me up. I get beat up in the streets daily, does that help you understand me?" I cried softly and continued staring out the window.

"But to earn money, I sing. I sit on the side of the road and sing. People give me some money, not much but enough to live on." Zayn smiled and asked me a question.

"What kind of music do you like?" That was easy. "I like rap,hip hop,pop,stuff like that." I responded.

Zayn pulled into a parking lot in front of a hospital. "That's basically the same music I like." I grinned and got out of the car.

"Ok, I'll go in and get myself some help. Will that make you feel better?" I questioned. Zayn nodded and walked over to me. He hugged me and said "I hope this helps you."

I actually like this Zayn guy. "Hey, do you want my number maybe?" As I said it, I thought "Too soon."

Zayn looked excited and said "Yes I would love to."

"Bye!" I yelled and I walked to the main entrance of the hospital.