How To Save A Life (One Direction Fanfiction)

(Maya's POV)

I stroll down the empty night street, praying that no one would notice me. I hate travelling alone, listening to all those stories my mom used to caution me about rape, kidnapping, and other horrible tales that made me shudder. Emphasis on used to. Yeah I'm sure in your head your going "AWW what happened you POOR baby?" Well she's dead. A drunk driver killed her 3 years ago. But sometimes you have to toughen up and just deal with the fact that she's gone. Forever. Anyways, I just had to go to the corner shop to buy my dad a pack of cigarettes. Fricking dad.

I could nver insult him to his face however, or I'd expect a backhand to my face, or maybe a whip of his belt if he was drunk enough after crashing around with his buddies and gambeling illegaly. My dad has done everything humanly possible to hurt me.

When I was still in school he used to beat me up with a metal coat hanger, or anything he could get his hands on. I would have large gashes across my face, my teachers and USED to be friends used to question me how I got them.(They ditched me after they figured out I was no use to them) What could  I say, "Oh, my dad whacked me a few times with a hanger, No biggey." Note the sarcasim there.

I couldn't confess to anyone though, he was my father, the AMAZING retired fireman who saved thousands of lives years ago. Then my mom left us, and everything went downhill from there. And anyways, I would sure to be lying in the gutter with my neck cut open if that truth leaked out. Who would beleive little old Maya Allgood, the girl who dropped out of school last year, the talk of the town.The true reason was because of my dad, or Derek as I call him, because I don't consider him as my father. He decided school was useless and I neded to be around 24/7 to do his dirty work.

I clamber into the tiny shop, coughing instantly as the room fills with odd smelling smoke. Drugs. I keep walking, handing over a $10 bill to the storekeeper. I grimace at his ugly features. He has wrinkly, saggy skin, chipped, yellow and black teeth, and a big flabby belly that hangs over the counter. "Thank'ee" He growles, yanking the money greedily over to his big grimy hands. This will be the rest of my life, living through this hell that will repeat over and over, giving submission to my father because he is the "gaurdian" of me. Psh, I'd much rather protect myself instead of my father. I sigh. That would never happen, I would never have the pleasure to live a life without abuse. 

I rush out of the store, the thick smoke making me woozy and my feet tingle as if I was about to fall over. I walk down the street swiftly, glancing around at the dim street lamps that would never reveal anything if I were to get kidnapped at any second. I jogged by, reassuring myself not to worry. I was tough, or at least I thought. A puddle from the rain was in front of me, so I look down to glance at my reflection. I had long curly dark brown hair that flows down my back with little blonde streaks. I never liked my hair, it was always frizzy and I usualy didn't bother with it and placed a beanie on it. I had plain, pale blue eyes and little pinkish lips. I never liked how I looked, and Derek's insults sure didn't help.

After a long walk I finally arrived at my destination, the reched place where my ugly, abusive father lives. I rumaged through my pusre to grab the house keys. Opened the door very quietlly so I wouldn't wake the beast within. When I dropped my keys on the table my fathers, raspy voice rang out "MAYA WHY ARE YOU LATE WITH MY CIGARETTES!?"

 I shuddered with fear. Oh God, what is he going to do to me?

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Thanks for reading! This was made by me, and my two best friends, Meghan and Jamie, we all write the book together. I hope you enjoy, show your friends, comment! Chapter 2 coming soon. Comment and vote, and we'll try to update at least 1 chapter a week.