For The Love Of a Daughter (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 1: The Usual Night

                                                      The Usual Night

“Didn’t I tell you to get me another beer?” yelled my dad. I sighed inwardly, making sure he didn’t hear me actually sigh. But, like always, got up and brought him the cold bottle that turns him into hate.

          

  You see, this was my usual night. After school I would come home, do homework, cook diner while my mum cleaned, and play maid to my father. I’ve been abused by him ever since I was four years old.

                                                           *Flashback*

“I told you, never to speak of this when the kids were home! We always argue and now they’re going to be scared!!” he yelled across the room with much hatred.

I slumped down on the ground with my back to the door. I may only be four years old, but I have enough common sense to know something is wrong. They are always fighting and I don’t know why. Mum goes crying to her room and tells me it will all be over soon. I don’t know what will be over, but it doesn’t seem good.

That’s when I heard it. The repeated clapping noise like someone was being smacked. I shivered, in thought of what could be going on. Slowly, I creaked open the door to check to see if mum was ok. That’s when I caught a glimpse of a blood, beaten body of my mother. I was frozen in fear to know that my father did that.

I knew he had a temper, but I’ve never seen him do something this horrible. He heard the door open and turned around to face me. His hands had blood on them and they were balled into fists.

“Do you want me to do this to you too you worthless little slut?!? You’ll grow up to be just like your mum! A nobody that flirts around and has terrible children!” he screamed at me.

I was taken aback by what he said and had no clue what to do. The scariest part of all was the look in his eyes. They were dark and clouded with loathing and spite. For the first time ever I have seen my father turn into a monster that I now know him to only be.

He was looking upon me like a piece of garbage, and that’s when it started. He raised his hand high in the air and hit me right in the face. With that much force I went flying back into the door. ‘Where is my big brother to save when I need him’ I thought to myself as I grabbed my face in pain. It had a stinging sensation that wasn’t going away. But little did I know I would be seeing him for a long while.

                                    *End Flashback*

I was brought out of my horrible daydream by the smell of something burning. I quickly ran to the kitchen to see what was happening, only to kind my noodled had boiled over and it was ruining the stove.

“Don’t burn the place down you no-good tramp!” spat my father as he sat at the table awaiting his meal.

‘This is going to be one of those days again. I need to get out of here’ I thought to myself as I set out the plates.