Daddy Horan

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“I like it when I'm talking to you because at least a few minutes, or hours or days, I can forget that I'm not okay.“

—  (a.c)

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A/n: spanking content,  just skip the part if you don't like it. Peace.

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"We need to talk." Niall surprisling told me. Ha.

"You need to talk to me?" I spat. "I need to talk to you. Why the fück did you beat up Marcel for?! He didn't do anything to you!" I stood up from the table.

"I didn't do anything to him! I told you that I wouldn't do that." He flared his nostrils.

He lied to me. Right in my face.

"So what are all of those bruises in his face from? Do you think that I'm stupid or what? You were the one who is always jealous. Maybe you just wanted to get back at him for wanting to be friends with me and I know that Marcel would never lie to me" I shouted at him.

He frowned and banged his hand on the table.I jumped, being the coward I am. 

"That little fück." he cussed quietly. "He's the one who's lying to you Lana! Don't you see the little game he's doing to us? He's trying to tear us apart, and I can't believe you're that stupid to believe what he says!" He shouted back, standing up from the table.

I can't believe he just called me stupid. I had enough with him and I can't deal with him anymore.

"You know what? This "thing" that we had is over." (a/n: cliché but Idgaffff )

I ran out of the kitchen, going out to the backyard. I went outside and saw my old tree house.

All I wanted was to cry. But of course, I couldn't do that in front of him. What happened to me? I would always rebel and not let anyone put me down. How did he break those walls down in just a matter of days? Maybe I just wasn't strong enough.

I remember when I was little, my dad tried to make a tree house for me because I always begged him to make me one for my birthday seventh birthday.

I used to go up there playing tea party with my stuff animals since Michael never wanted to play with me. He was always on his video games inside in his room. But later on as I grew up, I just went up to calm me down.

I ran over to the tree house, and began climbing. Before I could take another step at the ladder, I felt someone's hand on my ankle, knowing that it was Niall. He threw me over his shoulder, carrying me inside the house.

"Hey! Let go of me!" I started hitting him in the back.

I knew I shouldn't have done that after I felt a hard sting on my ass.

"Be quiet." Niall growled, sounding annoyed at me. Did he just spank me in the ass? He was treating me like a six year old and I didn't like it. 

He carried me over to his room upstairs, watching his step on the stairs so he wouldn't trip.Once he reached his door, he opened it and slammed the door behind him.

I was scared of him, I didn't know what he was capable of doing to me. He went to his bed and pushed me off his back, making me fall onto the bed.

He stood over me and just stared at me. I could see his sea blue colored eyes getting darker. He started to become this other different person and I started to get scared of him. I just knew he wasn't gonna treat me so well. 

A couple of minutes passed, and then he came and sat next to me. I knew he was gonna do something to me so I got out of the bed fast,  running over to the locked door. I quickly tried to unlock the door, but I felt him grab me.