My Five Heroes (One direction fanfic)

Chapter 1: this is me...

(Angela'sPOV)

*Flashback*

"Dad! Please, please I beg you! Don't hurt her! Stop hurting mommy!"

"Shut up you little bitch! Can't you just shut your mouth for once!?" My father hisses at me, giving me a glare no one ever deserves to get.

Tears well up in my scared, innocent eyes as try to stop dad. But Dad cannot be stopped.

He's ruthless.

"Angela please go and call 911.. " My mom starts saying before she starts coughing frantically, choking on something I daren't think about.

Then I saw the knife. I saw the knife stabbed right through my mother's heart.

Mom was choking on her own blood.

But she can't leave. No, she can't do that!

Tears stream down my face as I try to wake my mom up. I cry and cry. If only my tears can wake her up.

But this is not a fairytale.

She doesn't wake up.

My mother's gone.

Next thing I knew, I was in my dad's disgusting, strong and masculine arms. He roughly carried me to his room, and threw my tiny, helpless body on his bed, tying me to the poles on each side.

I struggle to escape but I never succeed. My five year old self was no match for him.

"Now it's your turn, you little brat" He smirks evilly. I wince at his words.

He was ripping through my clothes, like an angry tiger. He was touching me, with his large, dirty hands. Touching me where no father should ever touch you.

"Daddy please stop, you're hurting me!" I sob.

What happened to him?

My face is met with a hard slap on the cheek causing me to sob even louder.

"Shut up you little ugly piece of shit!" He yells and me, immediately shutting me up.

Ignoring my begging and screaming, my father grabbed one of his bottles of beer and he spilled the alcohol all over my petite body. The sensation of the liquid seeping into my cuts was the most excruciating thing I have ever felt in my entire life.

I could of blacked out at any moment.

The last thing I remember is the police invading the house and saving me from the cruel person who I once taken as an idol. Who once was a true father.

That night was the worst night of my life. Whip marks were all over my back and cuts were all over my body.

The worst part of it all, was that he didn't even feel any bit of remorse. He was simply smiling devilishly.

Smiling at my own pain.

(END OF FLASHBACK)

I was sitting on my bedside when someone's voice tore me out of my dreaded thoughts.

"Angie, come down to eat."

Samantha was my only friend at the orphanage. She was the director there. She basically manages everything, and helps take care of us.

Everyone else at the orphanage, but her, seem to hate my guts.

I pounce from my bed.

"I'm coming, Sam!"

"What were you doing? I've been calling you for 5 minutes" She curiously stares at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry I was just... Uhh, thinking of something" I bite my lip sitting down at the table.