*3 Years Later*
It's been 3 years since that day in the airport. I haven't heard from Niall in about two and a half years, but I still kept my promise. Every afternoon I stand by the letterbox and wait, although nothing comes anymore.
"Stop waiting out there you whore! Nails finally gotten some common sense and left you!" My dad screams.
I look over hopefully at the Horan household. They still occasionally say hello just to be polite.
I look at my dad and come inside. As soon as I've gotten inside I can smell the alcohol on his breath. That meant one thing. I was getting beaten tonight.
"You slut! How many times have I told you not to stand out there?! But you never listen." He yells before slamming my head into the kitchen table.
Our kitchen is only small, not a lot of room to move.
He picks me up by the hair and drags me into the lounge room. The small glass coffee table stands in the middle of the room.
"This outta teach you not to disobey me you fucking worthless dog!" He screams as he throws me through the coffee table.
I feel my eyes closing and he hits me again, and again, and again. Slowly I drift out of consciousness.
*dream*
Nialls standing there with his hand out. "I promise I will save you from him" he smiles.
Slowly he fades out
"Niall wait!!" I desperately beg. *end of dream*
I wake up, conscious of where I am. Mum must be staying with someone because I'm still surrounded by broken glass. On the lounge room floor.
Now before you ask, no, my mum doesn't know about any of this. And I can't tell her either. She loves him. So much.
Slowly I get up and go into the bathroom. Every inch of me aches. I undress and look at myself in the mirror. "Fat" "ugly" "worthless" a tiny voice inside my head screams.
I pick up my scales and see my best friend. My saviour. My razor. I pick it up and start to cut, I put pressure to it so it's deep.
"That will teach you to ever think that someone could love you!"
I slice.
"And that's for never being pretty enough!"
Another slice.
This went on for an hour before I finally washed up and went to bed. School tomorow. What a joy.
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AN: sorry guys, it may be shit but at least tell me if I should keep going?
Stay strong my dears xo
~Donna❤️
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Fanfiction"Darlin don't you worry, I'll be home soon. And when I come back, he won't be able to hurt you." Those were the last words I ever heard from my best friend Niall. My name is Seely and I'm a year younger than Niall. We have been friends ever since we...
