Dad? [zayn malik ddm fanfiction]

Chapter 3// Grounded

I stayed in my bedroom for the rest of the night, until it was time for dinner.

As we ate, mom, dad, and anna made conversation, while i just looked down at my plate, without eating a bite of food.

Suddenly, the conversation stopped, and all three of them grew quiet. I looked up from my plate.

Everyone was looking at me. Dad cleared his throat,

“Rochelle your grounded.” he says harshly. I grew confused at his words.

“May i ask why?”

“You were spreading rumors about your sister saying she’s a lesbian around your school. Give me your phone.” he growls.

I look at him like he’s crazy.

“Don’t give me that look. Hand it over. Now!”

“I didn’t make up any rumors at all! ask anyone in our school! i barely even talk!” i respond, clearly upset.

“Don’t you dare talk back to me young lady!” he yells.

“I’m not talking back! i’m standing up for myself. I dare you to ask anyone in our school that i made up that rumor! Anna is always trying to get me into trouble so she looks like the damn angel! Guess what dad? She’s not! she makes up these rumors, and she pins them on me! that’s probably how she got you to hate me so much! Everybody in the goddamn family hates me for no reason! i breath and you all scowl at me!” I rant.

“GO TO YOUR DAMN ROOM RIGHT NOW!!” he yells.

“Why? so i can get in trouble for something i never did!” i yell back.

His expression grows dark, “I’m done with you and your shit.” he growls and stands up. Across the table i can see anna Smirking, and mom looking at me with a disappointed look.

Dad grabs my arm harshly and drags me to the stairs.

“Dad stop! your hurting m-me!” i say as tears form in my eyes.

His grip tighten on my arm and i yelp out in pain.

“P-please d-dad! I-it hurts!” i whimper out as his nails dig into my skin. At this point, tears are streaming down my face.

“this is what you fucking get for being a little bitch.” he spats in my ear and pushes me into my room, taking my phone aswell.

“dad i d-didn’t do i-it though!” i sob out. he doesn’t listen though.

“i don’t want to see you for the rest of the night. Your a fucking mistake of a child.” he roars. As soon as those words leave his mouth, i collapse onto the floor, bawling.

“That’s all you’ll ever be. A mistake.” he says, and walks out of my room and slams the door.  

I cried for hours, and didn’t look at the time. When i couldn’t cry anymore, i looked at my desk. I got up and went to my sketch book. All this pain and hurt, will be catalogued into my sketches and drawings. I open my sketch book and begin sketching my emotions.

pain and hurt is all i feel. I sit at my desk, sketching for hours.

When i look at my digital clock i finally see the time. 3:47 in the morning. I felt Exhausted.

I finished up my drawing and changed into my pajamas.

As soon as my head hit my pillow, I was out like a Light.