Heart Beat (niall love story)

Hello. I'm Micky, yes I'm a girl. I'm seventeen years old and I live with my abusive father. Ever sense my mother passed away and left all the money to her brother, my father just lost it. This all happened when I was about 9 years old. Yes, 7 years and it is crazy! I don't know how I have lasted this long but I have. Well moving on... I have medium length brown hair, blue eyes, I'm no city girl but I ain't no Tom boy. I like mud but I like dresses.. I HATE heels though.

I don't go to school but I keep in contact with my one and only friend, His name is Niall. Yes, the Niall from One Direction we have been best friends sense the 1st grade. I haven't told him about my father, I'm to scared to. I don't have a phone or a lap top, I really don't have any contact with the outside world.

My father makes me clean up his messes and cook for him. If I don't get done with everything he asks me to in 15-20 minutes then he slaps me or throws me on the floor an kicks me till I bleed. The older I get the worse the consequences. Everyday I get a slap or a kick, even if I do everything right.

Tomorrow is my 18th birthday, August 22. Can't wait to see what father has in store for my present! (I said sarcastically)

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"Wake up slut! You ain't getting special treatment cuz it's yo birthday."

My father never calls me by my name, it's always slut, bitch, or whore.

I immediately get up and run downstairs. Father tells me what to make for him, I make it and I get slapped cuz I didn't do a tiny thing correct... Usual morning.

But today.... It's different. He timed me this time. 5 minutes to make toast bacon and eggs. That's impossible. As I put on the eggs and bacon I but in the toast.

"Two minutes," father tells me, I sigh knowing its never gonna work.

" I need more time it can't cook that fast." I nicely stated.

"To bad make it work!" As he snaps. "Times up. I knew you couldn't do it. Your a worthless pile of shit!"

He grabs me by my hair and throws me to the floor, I squirm trying to get up but his foot pins me down. He grabs the frying pan the eggs were in and dumps out the eggs. I already knew what was going to happen.

As he dumped out the eggs he placed it on the stove, same spot I had put it. Okay maybe I don't know what he's going to do. He took a towel that was hanging on the stove and tied my hands around my back.

Now I really don't know what he's going to do. I started panting and sweating. He made me lye on the floor, he places his large boot on my chest and grabbed the pan, still steaming hot.

As he stood there grinning at the pan to me he shook his head and said

"I can't let the neighbors hear your scrams"

He places a towel in my mouth. It was getting harder to breath.

He had a satisfied grin in his face, the pan still in his hand. As he reached down to where my stomach, he lifted up my shirt, which is where I cut. I didn't want him to ever see them so I put them in the most unnoticeable place. He looked at them and his grin grew bigger.

His hand holding the pan started to move forward, closer and closer to my stomach. I started to squirm and cry now realizing what he was doing. The pan finally hit my stomach and a blood curtailing scream came out if my mouth but didn't hit the air cuz of the towel stuffed in my mouth. I started to squirm trying to get my hands free. Once I did I grabbed the pan and lifted it off my stomach. I turn in my side clutching my stomach and turned on my side making sure not to hurt the burn any more.

Father still in back of me with a grin, his grin soon turned to a straight line.

" I wasn't done!" As he yelled turning me in my stomach and placing the pan in my back. Both the pain on my back and stomach were getting unbearable.

"STOP IT!" I yelled trying to get him to stop. After about a minute he took the pan off my back and on the stove. He got of of me and I couldn't take this anymore. As he was turned around, I went for the door. I quickly got up and booked it. I didn't check over my shoulder, knowing it would hold me back and ran down my driveway. All I heard was a gun shot and something flew past me.