My Twisted Lullaby ~One Direction fanfic ~

The promise

Once was situated on the couch, everyone looked at me with pitiful eyes. "Ok, we'll I don't know where to begin, because this really isn't the first time it has happened" I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I'm lucky cause these marks on my body and face are nothing compared to the ones I usually get" I said avoiding everyone's intense gaze. "We'll how about you start from the beginning, so we know how to help" the one with the buzz cut said. "O.K" I said with a weak voice. "The abuse and torture all started when my mother died 12 years ago, you see my mother and I would always have a mommy and daughter day every Saturday. We had just gotten back in the car, ad started our long journey home.

FLASHBACK

"So mommy why movie do you want to watch when we get home!" I asked with and eager expression, "well I was thinking we could watch The Three Musketeers" (Disney version) she said holding up the movie I begged her to get me so many times before. "Oh.My.Gosh mommy thank you so much" I said with the biggest smile on my face. She ha only looked away for 2 seconds, and the next thing you knew my mother was swerving to avoid the diesel that went out of control. All I remember was my mother telling me how much he loved me and threw her arm over me before we flew forward, then everything went black. I awoke to screaming and the sound of sirens, "HELP! .... HELP!" I tried my hardest to scream but to no avail failed. "Mommy help it hurts!" I said reaching out to my mother, "mommy?" .... "Mommy wake up!!" I said with tears falling down my face.

END FLASHBACK

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I was eventually pulled out of the wreckage but was badly injured I had broken my arm and had glass sticking out of my side. My mother died on sight, and my father took it rather hard. I remember being rushed to the emergency room in critical condition, my father was thee in a matter of seconds standing there by my side. I remember him asking if my mother was ok, and when he heard she died something broke inside him. He started drinking coming home drunk always swearing at me and saying it was all my fault, then wine day he had, had enough of me an hit me. He always said I was a reminder of what happened that day, and that I should have died in that accident and not my mother. Soon word got around the city and the people at school would treat me no different than my father, I went drone having many friends to non. People didnt like the fact that I was supposedly the 'cause' of my mothers death. Everyday I would go home to a drunken father hitting and yelling at me, occasionally throwing his beer

bottles at me and cutting me with anything sharp. In the 12th grade I had only one friend and her name was Stacy, she was the only one that bothered to befriend the 'Broken Girl'. We have always been super close and sometimes she would ask about bruises and I would lie saying 'I fell in a bush' or 'I ran into the door', but I have never told her 'My Storie', I said with years streaming down my face. "And today.... *Sniff*.... Today I couldn't take it anymore so I ran!...... I ran and ran till I bumped into you" I said putting my face in my hands as sobbing. It was silent for a long while already knowing what they were going to say 'it's all your fault' or 'I think you should leave'. I looked up to see everyone guilt struck and tears in there eyes, "I'm not going to EVER! let you go back to that hell hole" the one with the quiff said standing up an running over and embarrassing me in a hug, "and that's a promise!". Soon enough all the boys were hugging me and telling me there sorry, "promise you'll keep my secret?" I asked....... "We promise" they said releasing me from our group hug.