Heart Headlock (A Liam Payne FanFiction)

Chapter: 7 - "Why are you so stupid Jasmine?"

Jasmine's P.O.V:

"Where the hell have you been?" His height was towering mine after I shut the door. Liquor lingered in his breath.

"What are you talking about? Its only eight." He didn't say anything. He was just staring. "Why do you care anyways?" I rolled my eyes and attempted to shove past him. But he tugged back on my upper arm and pushed me against the wooden door.

"You don't fucking walk away from me!" He clenched my jaw. He was scaring me. I tried to stay firm with no fear. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!" He was drunk. It was clearly noticeable. That's what brought me worry. "Answer me!" I didn't. I couldn't. I was wordless. Just everything about him at the moment frightened me.

What is he going to do? 

Jasmine, just go. Just run away.

Well where am i supposed to go?

I don't know! you just have to leave. 

What, so you just want me to turn around and run out the door? How do you expect me to leave with my drunk dad staring straight at me?

Just make a run for your room, lock the door, get some things, and go out the window.

Yea, great idea conscience. Not!

I was looking all around to find a distraction for my dad so I could make a run to my room. I knew I didn't have many seconds left so I panicked and spit in face.

"You bitch!" He whiped his face with both of his hands as I ran to my room.

What the hell did you just do?!

I arrived at the front of my bedroom door and hastily opened it. I attempted to shut it but my dad was on the other side; pushing it open.

"Your gonna wish you never did that."

I soon got the door to close and I locked it as quickly as possible. He was yelling for me to open the door and slamming it with his fist. I had to think. Get important things: Clothes, all my savings, my journal. I took the bag from my shoulder and stuffed all my savings in it from under my mattress. Then i ran to my drawers and took as many clothes I could fit in the tote. My journal was already in my bag so I pushed open my window. 

I have to leave what else can I do? He's gonna kill me. I have to call the police or something.

Before I could even stick my foot out the window the door broke open.

Fuck.

I still tried to climb out the window but it was to late. He had yanked my hair back and I screamed in agony.

"Where the fuck do you think your going now?" 

I was sobbing when my pulled my whole body back and I fell on the mattress. I couldn't believe what was happening. 

"You thought you were gonna leave me?!"

Yelling. All i heard was him yelling at me; I couldn't even make the words out. Hurt. All I felt was hurt from him hitting me leaving bruises on my cheeks and arms. So many words running through my mind.

"I need to teach you a lesson." What? W-what does he mean by th- No. He can't possibly.

His lips came in contact with my neck as he pinned me down to the bed.

"Dad . . . Stop! Please! I'm sorry, I promise! I promise I won't do it again! I won't leave you! I won't leave. . ." I squirmed and screamed but nothing worked. I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around what he was doing.

I'm his fucking daughter for crying out loud! I mean, why would he even? I don't understand this. WHY?!

He put both of my wrists in one of his hands and unbuttoned my shorts with the other. I just kept screaming please. He tried to place his lips on mine but I kept moving my head. He grabbed my jaw and pushed his lips against mine. I was freaking out with my eyes wide open; still thinking of a way to escape this torture. I soon realised my legs were still free. I kicked him in the balls and he quickly pulled away and fell on the floor cursing under his breath. I grabbed my bag and ran out to the hallway to the door. I felt like I was running as fast a I ever had. I had made it to the door and opened it proceeding out the house. I felt a little relieved when I made it to the sidewalk but I knew that wouldn't do me good. I continued running as fast as I could; thinking about what to do next. I just thought to go somewhere public. 
After mintues of running I saw a Walgreens and decided that it was public enough. I hoped to god he wouldn't come and find me. I pressed my back against the wall and slowly slid down to the concrete. I began sobbing when vivid flashbacks ran through my brain of what happened minutes ago.
What am I going to do?
Where am i going to stay?
Where is my mom?

While all my memories and problems rummaged through my head a soft voice spoke,

"Are you okay?"

HELLO MY AMAZING READERS!!!!!! OMFG!! PATRICK TRIED TO RAPE JASMINE!

 WTF?! were you expecting that?!!!!!?? AWWWW SHIt i told ya stuff was getting serious.

Jasmine can never get a F*&%$#^ break!
Anyways:

What do you think would've happened if Jasmine didn't spit in Patrick's face? <---Haha she spit in his face!

Where is Jasmine's mom?

Who is the mysterious person who asked, "Are you okay?" (IT could be anyone!! It cud be:Harry, Louis, Eleanor, Someone else from 1D, Debra, Anybody!!)

I AM SOOO READY FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!! 

PLEASE Tell ME WHT U THINK ABOUT THIS CH:) 

im sorry this took so long but please VOTE & COMMENT:D I love to see what you guys think about my story

Bye suga plums! ^.^