Third person POV (past you're 14)
Your quiet sobs echoed in the almost empty room that was known as your bedroom your mother refused to let your father spend his money on a proper bedroom for you so all you had was a bed and a wardrobe along with a few gifts your father gave you that you had to hide from your mother under your bed.
You gripped onto your arms you back stung from the bruises and bleeding scars you buried your head into your red and scratched knees that were pressed tightly against your chest.
Your father bursts through the door and looked at you worriedly you looked up at him with tears in your eyes his heart broke at the sight of you.
He took off his jacket and walked over to you and slung it over your shoulders and held you in his arms as you continued to sob.
"Don't worry. I'm going to get us out of here my angel and I'm going to make sure you have the life you deserve." Your father gently rubs your back but stops when you wince and instead kissed your forehead.
Your father looked down at you and noticed you had fallen asleep he gently picked you up and laid you on down on your bed and went up into the loft and grabbed to suitcases and packed all your stuff in one and his stuff in the other.
He went into the bathroom and grabbed some plasters, bandages and a needle and thread and walked into your room and put the plasters on your knees and gently turned you on your stomach and lifted your shirt to show your scarred back his brows furrowed and he began to stitch up the wounds then finally wrapping them in the bandages.
Your father say you up and buttoned up his jumper that was still draped over your shoulders and lifted you up and held you in his arms as he pulled yours and his suitcase with one hand.
Your mother smiled as she heard his footsteps but it immediately turned into a scowl as she saw your sleeping frame in his arm while his other dragged two suitcases behind him.
"Where are you two going?" Your mother asked
"Away from you." Your father said as he gently sat you on the ground and pulled out his phone.
"What?! You can't leave me!" She screamed
"I'm sick and tired of you doing this to my daughter! you don't think I've know?! I've known all along but You've took it too far! I didn't leave before because I thought maybe you would change I was wrong. You are just a disgusting bitch who never deserved to be a mother or a wife in the first place!" Your father spat at her venom lacing his tongue
Your mother looked at your father in shock she was hurt but filled with rage.
"I didn't even want that fucking brat! Anyway you two are nothing without me you may be the one making money but I'm the one with a house you two have no where else to go!" She smiled
"That's what you think." Your father said as he finished texting someone and put his phone in his pocket.
"Goodbye (m/n). I hope you rot in hell." Your father said picking you up and dragging the suitcases outside.
"You're nothing without me! Nothing!" She screamed as your father left.
He slammed the front door shut and sat on the front step sitting you in his lap and holding you in his arms the two of you sat there for a couple minutes when the sound of a car engine caught his attention he stood up as a jet black Lamborghini pulled up into the driveway.
The car stopped and a man in a suit wearing sunglasses and a chauffeur hat stepped out he walked over to your father and grabbed the suitcases into the boot while your father got into the backseat of the Lambo with you still fast asleep in his arms.
The driver shut the door and got into the drivers seat and started the engine again as the car began to drive you slowly woke up and let out a yawn.
"Papa? Where are we going?" You asked
"Somewhere better. Somewhere where you can have a happy life a life you deserve and that I promised you." He said smiling
"So mama can't be mean or hurt me anymore?" You asked
"No my angel. She will never hurt you again. I won't let anyone hurt you again." He said kissing your forehead.
You smiled and held onto him and he smiled back and wrapped his arms around you embracing you while the car drove to a place where you could have a new life.
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