How To Save A Life (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

"Oh, Maya!" His voice sang in a sweeter tone but still ugly, "Don't ever be late with it again, sweetie." His tone of voice changed to and evil malicious tone, "OR THERE WILL BE TREATS!" Treats are not lollipops and candycanes and all those goodies that most teenagers receive. They are punishments. Well screw my life.

"Y-yes Derek?." I was tembling with fear on the inside, I can never speak to him and look him in the eye. Eye contact just angers him more. I walked over to Derek, who was sprawled out on the couch, with a beer in one hand and a cigar in the other. I handed him the pack of cigarettes. I slowly backed away to the love seat, just his presence makes me shudder.

"Now, now. Dont be afraid of Ol' Papa Bear!" He shouted, his eyes bugging out of his head. Oh god, he's insane! "You're not my father, or my Papa" I hiss. I knew I took it too far. He just grinned sadisticly, not a good grin, more like, "Oh, you'll pay for that one."

He opened up his new pack of cigarettes. A little part of me broke as I noticed he cared more for rolled up death than for his own daughter. I looked away.

The place reeked with the unbearable smell of smoke. Everything in the house has enherrited the same smell. Every day it felt as if I was slowly drowning in ashes.

That was never good. I felt as if I had forgotten something. Oh God..

"Sweeeeeetie?" He began, in that singsongy voice. "Where 's the other pack that I told you to get? Huh??" His voice grew louder with every word. I knew when he started acting "nice" something cracked inside of him. I had to get out. Quickly. But where? Where to run in the city of New York?

I fumbled with my jacket, yanking it off the coat rack. "Crap." I muttered, the coat rack coming crashing onto the tiled floor. I heard stumbling footsteps coming closer by the second. I heard a dish shattering. Again. And again. 'What is he looking for??' I thought to myself. I ran to the back door just as I saw the looming figure stood over me..

I slammed the door, running as fast as my skinny legs could carry me. Where to go, where? I felt a sharp whoosh by my ear. I ran faster, knowing that my "father" was right behind me. I heard his ragged breaths and hard footsteps coming down onto the concrete. Up ahead, I noticed a darkened alley, and I knew what to do.

I picked up the pace, my pursuer losing speed. I felt adrenaline pumping through my veins, keeping me going. Finally, I took the sharp turn into the alley. No one was behind me asking for his other pack. No bat coming Down onto me. I was safe for the moment.

I leaned against the cold brick wall, catching my breath, the sweet air reaching my lungs. I bated my life then. I bated every second of every day since my mother died. She left me when she promised she wouldn't. She actually cared for me. Loved me with that huge, kind heart of hers. But that was all gone now.

I was a girl lost in the dark alleys of the famous New York City.

I then realized my life totally sucked.

~~~~~~Hey guys. Sorry to make it so fricken depressing. So! Sorry for the super long wait. Thanks for all the reads and support. Tell your friends! Comment! Vote! By the way, I'm sorry if this chapter or the chapter before offends anyone, we don't mean it. Also, what happens in this book is completely made up. We 'll be updating everyweekend now. Kthxbaiii!~~~~~~