Ariana
I sat in the back seat of the car, I couldn't even look at him I felt like I was kidnapped by my owm father. I look at my ripped and tore dress and the broken purse along with it, I let out a long sigh wiping my dried tears as new ones fell. The car came to a stop snapping me out of my thoughts, we were at a gas station.
"Here your mom picked you out some clothes, earrings and what not" he held my Victoria secret bag I snatched it from his grip and walk into the gas station his security man following me. I find the bathroom then shut the door, I look in the mirror at how crazy my hair was and my run mascara. I looked like i just came from prom and got hit by truck, I remove the torn dress open up the bag and see fresh panties and bra along with a plain Grey jacket, black tank top, dark blue demin super skinny jeans and black sparkly uggs. Wash my face removing my makeup, wipe my hands dry then put on the fresh clothes. I brush my hair I hear my phone buzz.
ASSHOLE father: oh yeah make your self look presentable I don't want anyone asking questions :)
I slam the phone. How could he act so perfectly fucking fine..like nothing happened. I take two sides of my hair and pull it back into a pony tail leaving some down. I put on the pearl earrings my mom left it in the bag. I grab the clean pair of socks put those on then my uggs, I look in the mirror ..presentable..I guess. I take everything out of the torn purse (phone, wallet, chapstick) and put it in the front pocket of the backpack. I open the door brushing past the security guard, I grab some hot fries, hot funyons, skittles, twix, and a arizona tea and walk up to the cashier. She began to ring up the stuff I look at a pack of mint gum and slide it over to her.
"6.78" I handed her a 10$ bill
"Keep the rest" I told her and she smiled I smiled back and walked outside throwing the torn dress and purse in the trash. I get back in the car. Setting my stuff down opening a bag of chips I get my phone out to text zayn
Me: zayn is everyone okay how are you and liam doing. I'm so sorry about everything
Love of me life: were all fine babe but are you okay? Are you hungry did he take you anywhere to eat
Me: yeah I'm fine he stopped at the gas station and I got some stuff
Love of me life: that great babe ..Kendall can't stop crying cause she misses you..I can't blame her.
Me: omg tell kendall I'm okay and I miss you guys to. I can't stand this asshole he told me to look presentable so people won't ask questions that's literally all he's worried about.
Love of me life: wtf ..dont worry I come to get you babe
Me: no he might shoot you again
Love of me life: nothings going to stop me from getting my princess ♡ I wouldn't care of he had the mafia waiting for me nothings would stop me.
I smile at the text
Me: aw your so cheesy I love you
Love of me life: I love you more
Me: I just want to lay in bed my body is craving sleep
Love of me life: I'll be right there next to you singing you to sleep
Me: that sound amazing
"So look I'm sorry for Shooting zayn and your friends but" he paused
"But what" I snap back at him and he shrugs
"That's what he gets"
"THAT WHAT HE GETS ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME THEY DIDNT DESERVE THAT ZAYN HAS BEEN NO THING BUT SWEET TO ME YOU ONLY DONT LIKE HIM BECAUSE OF HIS APPEARANCE YOU ASSHOLE" and before I know it feel a smack right across my face. I hold my face in shock.
Zayn slips his hands around my waist rocking back and forth. I began to punch the bag then I kick it hard.
"Put your hold body into it babe" Zayn puts on these punching gloves that have targets on them. I began to punch hard and fast zayn makes a move and I duck it and punch. Zayn laughs pulling me into his embrace. "Good job baby..You be ready for anything" I turn around and kiss him.
I punch my dad square in the nose the car came to a stop. I moved rapidly stuffing all my snacks in my bag along with my phone I jump out the car slinging the backpack over my arms running as fast as I could.
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