Loved You First

Memories

Isabella's POV

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I sat in my room, crying into my pillow. I heard yelling come from downstairs and the door slam. Why did my parents have to do this to me? How would I explain this to Zayn? It's his fault anyway.

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Flashback

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"ISABELLA!!!" My father yelled as I slowly came downstairs. I was 13. "Yes dad?" I said in a low voice, making sure not to look into those hard grey and brown eyes of his. "Why are you still talking to that Zayn boy?!?!?!" He yelled into my face as I tried to hold back tears. He couldn't make me stop talking to my one true friend. He just couldn't. "I-we're friends Dad. He-he would never hurt me." I said in my same whisper tone, deeply scared of my dad. I felt an instant burning sensation on my face and I knew he had slapped me. I bit my lip as an attempt to stop it from trembling. For once, it actually worked. "I DON'T CARE WHETHER OR NOT HE HURTS YOU BECAUSE YOU WILL NOT BE SEEING HIM EVER AGAIN!!!" My father yelled as he went to grab the knife he used to cut me sometimes. He grabbed ot, pulling up my shirt and slicing the middle of my stomach. I immediately screamed and fell to the floor. He smirked and looked down at me. "WE HAVE TO CALL THE HOSPITAL!!!! CLUMSY ISABELLA CUT HERSELF AGAIN HONEY!!!" My evil father yelled to my mum as I writhed in pain on the floor. My mum came down and smiled. "Honey, you're going to have to stop that excuse. We all know what happened. I passed out after that.

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End of Flashback

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I shook my head, trying to clear away the thoughts of one of the worst days of my life. Caused by Zayn. Me talking to him caused this. If I stayed away, I'd be fine. But no, I was intrigued by his mysterious and quiet outlook so I HAD to talk to him. Worst and best decision of my life.

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I know its short but I wanted to post this because I know a certain fan who LOVES updates so here ya are!!! HAPPY B-DAY HAZZA!!!! ;) Finally 19...(sniff sniff) :')