Abuse (Niall Horan love story)

The bright sun peeked its way through my window. I glanced over at the clock it was 7:45 in the morning. Today felt different from all other days. I didn't hear him yelling for me and I didn't fear what might happen later on. I just laid there in my bed. Peaceful. No screaming, yelling, nothing.

The moment soon ended when I heard him. "LAUREN GET YOU LAZY ASS OUT OF BED AND MAKE SOME BREAKFAST" he screamed for me. I suddenly jolted up and ran down stairs. I was making my way to the kitchen when I felt my hair getting pulled. He had me by my hair. He pulled making me fall to the ground. I fell into a heap. Then next thing I felt was hard kicks to my side. The painful kicks were followed my hard punches to my face. I knew the next morning I would have bruises. He then pulled me by my hair once more stand me, then pushed my to the kitchen. " ha you slut now go make me my food" with his orders I began to make the eggs.

I finished making his breakfast and walked over and placed in on the table. He then stood up and slapped me across the face. I feel to the ground in pain. Kick after kick, punch after punch. He finally stopped. I ran to my room crying. Why did he do this too me? What's wrong with me. Why? Why? Why? I sat down on my bed crying.

I had no clue why he does this. I couldn't take this anymore. I can't take all the beatings. All the cruel hurtful words he says to me each and everyday. "You worthless slut. Ugly. Bitch. Whore. Loser." Those word rang through my mind. I can't take this anymore I have to leave...escape. I can't take it. I grabbed all my stuff. Clothes, shoes, toothbrush, makeup, straightener, basically everything I had. I shoved it in a large suitcase.

I took one last look at my empty room. It brought back so much memories from when my mother was alive. It brought back memories from the first time he hit me. Every single beating replayed in my mind. "I'm never coming back" I said to my self.

"Never."