The Neighbors (One Direction)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I sat on the roof of my house watching, as cars drove by and people walked by. I listened to the wind whistling past my ears, breathing in and out calming.

It seems peaceful now, but just wait. Wait till my Dad comes home from work, or from the bar. He is still mad at me for what wasn't my fault. But I guess it was; my mom died from giving birth to me. He blames it on me everyday, every hour, every minute and every second. Just to make sure I know, 'I killed my mother'.

Still sitting on the roof, admiring the world, I saw an unfamiliar car pull up in front of the house across from my house. Then a big moving truck pulled up and backed into the driveway. Three boys hopped out of the car and two boys hopped out of the moving truck. They all went into the house and out of my sight.

But my attention was grabbed again when my Dads black truck pulled up. I watched as he got out of his car and slammed the door shut. Then stumbling, he tried to walk toward the front door of the house. I climbed back into my room shut the window and closed the hatch of the my room or attic and locked it. Since my dad was drunk, I knew he probably didn't have a good day, and when he doesn't have a good day, he takes it out on me.

Yup you heard it, my father takes his anger out on a 9 year old little girl. Why, you might ask? Well you would just have to ask him yourself. Because I choose not to ask him for anything, or about anything.

I winced when I heard the front door slam shut. Then lots of coughing that turned into stomping to I guess the kitchen. He has been a big smoker from as far back as I can remember. Now his karma for smoking is coming back to haunt him.

I ran over to my bed and slipped under the covers. Maybe, just maybe, my dad would leave me alone this time if I was sleeping. I know it hasn't stopped him before but It's worth a try. I heard his every stomp, every breathe, and every mumble that he made down stairs. It sicken me to know he had money. He doesn't deserve it, at all. All the money he got was from my mothers death. It was supposed to go to my education and things for me but he took it and used it to buy drugs, alcohol, and smokes. Yes we live in a rich neighborhood and a fancy house but I'm not really in it. I live in the attic of our two story house. All that is in here is a window, a bed and a dresser for my clothes. I'm not aloud to leave the house or talk to people outside of the house. My dad has pretty much taken me as a prisoner in this house.

"Grace what are you doing?" He shouted in his deep and rough voice. "Sleeping" I said probably not loud enough for him to hear. "WHAT?" He yelled back then I heard his stomps up stairs and to the hatch of the attic. "WHAT?" He screamed again climbing the ladder that lead to the attic hatch. "Sleeping" I said a little louder, with tears filling in my eyes. 'Please don't come in please don't come in, PLEASE!!' I begged about to cry. Then there were bangs on the hatch that bounced every time making loud noises. Noo he is going to break it open and then get mad at me for locking it. He started yelling and mumbling cuss words. No no no, please don't let him hurt me God, I still have bruises from last time. I hid in my covers trying to hide from him. But I was shaking and crying with fear.

Then 'BANG' The hatch flew open and banged against the hard wood flooring. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING GRACE?" He yelled entering my room/attic. "Nothing" I whispered still shaking and crying. I heard him walk over to my bed and his heavy breathing. Then I could smell his stank breathe that smelled of bitter alcohol.

He ripped the covers off me, leaving my trembling body curled up in a ball on the sheets of the bed. Then I could smell and almost taste the smoke that stuck to his clothing. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He yelled again. "Nothing.." I whispered. Then he picked me up from the collar of my shirt, "LOOK AT ME!" He screamed. I knew if I didn't obey he would hurt me even worst. But I couldn't bare to see his face. With my eyes tightly closed and tears still pouring out he moved my head to face him.