It's Complicated - One Direction

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Ariela's POV

"Hey Dani, wanna pass me the remote?" I asked my 13 year old sister.

"No, I'm watching this," She barked at me.

"Well too bad," I exclaimed as I lunged at her, trying to grab the remote.

I successfully knocked it out of her hands and onto the carpet. We glared at each other, not saying a word or moving a muscle. We both jumped towards the object at the same time and ended up in a heap on the floor desperately attempting to reach it. This went on for 5 more minutes before she stood up in glory of winning today's remote control match. I sighed and decided that I was better off doing my stupid math homework. As I was making my way towards the stairs and up to my bedroom she yelled at me.

"Ha! I won this time bitch!" I was dumbfounded at her words. I whipped around with my jaw dropped open.

"You did not just talk to me that way!" I had to be stern with her because our mum passed away when she was only 4. Since then I've had to take the roll of our mother and take care of her.

"So what if I did?"

"Then you'd be in deep shit."

"I see how it is, you can cuss and I can't right?" she said, the sarcasm dripping from her words.

"Yes, actually that is exactly right."

"Well why can't I?"

"Oh I don't know maybe because your only 13!" I retorted, my turn for sarcasm.

"Fine, be that way!" Daniela added ending the argument.

"Okay but you can't go to Lisa's tomorrow night because you said that to me!"

"Ugh!" was all she replied and crossed her arms, slumping further into the sofa.

I stalked up the stairs and settled into my room grabbing my homework. Just as I was working on the first question, I heard the front door slam. I closed my book and ran down the stairs to get Daniela. It was 10 pm, I should've known he'd be here around this time. Our dad, if I can really call him that, stumbled through the entry way now home from the Pub. My dad has had a drinking problem for a while now. He doesn't even come home from work before he goes to some random pub to get completely smashed. That's not even the worst of it, on the weekends he's there from open to close. The alcohol abuse started a year or 2 after mom died, but it was only a drink after work now and again. The past 3 years it's gotten much worse.

He doesn't pay any attention to my sister and I, and if he does it's either a snide comment on how disappointing we are to him or it's a slap to the face. It's sad that I haven't gone the Police, but he has friends there so I choose to keep it a secret. I'm the one who gets most of the beatings because I always tell Daniela to stay in her room when he comes home. I'm afraid he will go on a rampage and she will be the first thing that he sees.

I'm surprised nobody has noticed my bruises, cuts and scars when I am out and about. I try my best to keep them covered up by tights, long sleeves and using makeup, but sometimes it just doesn't keep them hidden. I haven't had anything major in a while, but I've had a few black eyes that were tough to explain to anyone who asked.

There are only 2 other people that know about my father abusing Daniela and I, and they are my best friends Amelia and Alison. Amy and Ali have been my best friends for as long as I can remember. Our mothers have been friends since high school so our friendship has been going on since we were born.

I glanced down at my phone background that held a picture of the three of us. Amy has long and curly, ginger hair with beautiful green eyes. I would say she is no less than gorgeous. Ali on the other hand has short, straight, black hair and bright blue piercing eyes. She is also stunning and her height makes her seem like a model.

They have both told me to go to the Police about the beatings but I just can't take the risk of my dad finding out from one of his friends and making everything worse, especially for Dani. Of course it wouldn't be her fault that I went to the cops, but that's just what he's like. Even if we did come clean, they still wouldn't do anything because they're friends with my dad. Plus some of the officers hit their children as well, my dad let it slip once or twice while he was drunk.

As my father was stumbling down the hall towards me, he stopped and stared with that toothy grin that I knew all too well. With just one movement I knew what was coming.