Dad? [zayn malik ddm fanfiction]

Chapter 2// Insults

I walked down the hallway quickly and quietly, hoping that none of my older cousins spot me. I get to my locker, put in my combo, and get my class materials. As soon as i close my locker and start to walk, i run into a firm chest.

I look up and see my three older cousins, Tommy Tomlinson, James Payne, and Jacob Horan.

“look at what we got here boys, little roxy malik thinking she runs the place.” James says.

I look down at the ground, avoiding their glares.

“Dad still ignorin ya? of course he is. Nobody would want to love you, you can’t do anything for christs sake. I feel bad for the rest of our family. Wanna know why?” Jacob asks, i already have a lump in my throat. I’ve never cried infront of them, and i don’t plan on starting now.

i don’t trust my voice, so i shake my head ‘no’

“your gonna find out anyways. i feel bad for the rest of our family because were all related to you.” he snarls. My back is pinned against the lockers now, no way to escape.

Tears form in my eyes as jacob backs away, i then look up at tommy, waiting for his comments to come. He sees my tears and i swear, just for a second, i see a flash of guilt and pain in his eyes.

Like he knows that he and the other two boys shouldn’t be torturing their little cousin with foul words, such as the ones jacob just spoke merely seconds ago.

But the his eyes turn back to normal, filled with anger, and hatred.

“your a worthless piece of shit, i wonder everyday why your still in our family.” Tommy growls at me.

Thats all it took for tears to pour out of my eyes.

“Oh look! she’s crying! little baby!” James begins to laugh with jacob as tommy continues glaring at me.

I can’t take it, so i push past their semi-circle that they formed around me, and sprint to my first period class.

As i enter the History room, i quickly wipe my tears, and take a seat in the front row, like i do everyday.

As the final bell rings, I think to myself ‘this is going to be a long day’

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As the final bell  rung for all classes to be over for the day, i sprint to my locker, grab and put my things away, and sprint out of the building. Once i’m off of  school property, i take out my phone and headphones and plug them in.

Today was torture. During each passing time, i would get glares from the boys. During classes, i would get notes thrown at me.

It was awful. All i want to do now is listen to music and sketch. That’s all i need to calm down.

As i walk up to my house, i see dad’s, and uncle Louis’ car in the driveway. They must’ve gotten off work early today. I walk into the house and hear them both laughing.

i smile. I love my uncle louis, he’s always been so nice to me, he’s alway supportive of anything i do, and overall, he’s a bunch of fun.

I walk into the house and take off my shoes, and put my coat away in the closet.

I walk into the living room, and louis turns and sees me,

        “Hey roxy! how have you been love?” I smile, i loved it when people called me by my nickname. It always made me feel happy.

“Hey uncle lou, i’m good, and you?” i ask as dad sends me an angry glare. I ignore it and sit beside louis.

“I’m not too bad, had a good day at work now, i get to see my wonderful niece.” I smile, one that isn’t fake.

“Rochelle, go upstairs and do your homework,” dad says with a bit of anger laced in his tone.

“I don’t have any homework to do, i finished it all during study hall,” i say softly, hoping that he won’t yell at me.

“Just go up to your room.” he growls. I flinch and nod,

“yes daddy…” i whisper and grab my bag and head up to my bedroom, with tears forming in my eyes.