It's Complicated - One Direction

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Ariela's POV

He was approaching quickly and I didn't have much time to react. I yelled for Daniela to get up to her room and then I punched him square in the jaw, making the first move. Of course being the drunk that he is doesn't feel that much pain so he only stumbles back a bit. This gives me the time to run. I had almost made it to the bottom of the stairs but he caught my arm and jerked it back.

As I felt the pain strike through my shoulder I suppressed a scream knowing that would only give him a great deal of satisfaction. Now that he had caught me he didn't hesitate to throw me to the ground. I yelped a bit but refused to cry. He had this awful smirk plastered on his grimy face knowing that he had hurt me. This gave him an immense amount of pleasure as he started to kick me in the stomach.

After a few good kicks I gave in and started to cry as my other bruises hadn't quite healed yet, I don't think a day really does anything. He stopped kicking me and then pulled me up harshly so I was facing him. My 'dad' gave me a few good blows to the face before I mustered up all of my strength to kick him in the sweet spot.

He collapsed and I took this opportunity to run up stairs, get Daniela, and lock both of us in my room. I heard him get up but his footsteps were fading away. I listened to the front door slam and concluded that he had left. Probably to go get even more smashed than he already was.

"Ari?" Daniela's weak voice asked me obvious that she had been crying.

"Yeah?" I replied my voice just as shaky as hers.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes sweetheart, I'll live. But remember, any time you see dad come home go straight to your bedroom and lock the door alright? Only answer if it's me." I stated sternly trying to make my voice not sound so weak and helpless.

"I will, but what about you? You get hurt all the time."

"The reason I get hurt all the time is because I'm saving you from going through what I do. Let's keep it that way okay? I couldn't handle losing you too. He wouldn't stop if he started to beat you and it's pretty hard defending yourself, trust me."

"But I don't want to lose you either, I can tell your getting really hurt by him."

"It's okay, I'll be fine." I said soothingly and caressed her hair as she was seated next to me on my bed, nuzzling her face into my shoulder.

About 30 minutes of not hearing a sound downstairs I made my way out of my room with Daniela hot on my heels. I told her to go back to her room but she refused saying that she didn't want me to get hurt if he came back soon.

We were cautiously making our way down the staircase, and as we reached the bottom I realized my suspicion was right. He was indeed gone from the house and most likely to the Bar. Daniela and I went to the kitchen and gathered some food deciding that she would stay in my room for the night and probably tomorrow as it would be Saturday and he would be at his worst.

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I woke at 2am when I heard a car door slam and seconds later the front door was thrust open. Luckily for us he went down to his study as he normally does on weekends. Another thing I was glad about was the fact that Daniela hadn't woken up from this series of events.

For the next 2 days we camped out in my room only leaving for pee breaks and surprisingly not being bothered by our so-called father at all. At one point we ran out of food so I had to creep downstairs without being noticed and gather some more. I was successful the first time but the last time not so much. He caught me in the hall and he started hitting me again but I was saved by kicking him where it hurts and made a break for it.