Broken Hearted, A Derek Hough Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Liv's POV
Here I was, Thursday morning at six AM. As I heard alarm clock buzz, I groaned and instantly hit the snooze button. I rolled out of bed with my long brown hair with blonde highlights in my face, I put on my glasses and walked to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. Once that was finished, I walked back to my room and picked out what I was going to wear to school. I ended up wearing a plain white tee shirt, light washed jean jacket, black jeans and my favorite pair of combat boots, then I go downstairs to eat breakfast.

I may seem like a normal seventeen year old girl, right? Wrong. I believe that I am anything, but normal, at least, that's what I hear from the whispers behind my back. High School usually sucks for most people like me, but I dread John Kennedy High with a burning passion inside. The teachers and my best friend, Lexa, are the only people who see the goodness in me.

Then there's Maddison McClenen, your basic blonde haired, blue eyed, snotty and popular bitch. Everyone in their school has someone like Maddison, but New York City's Maddison McClenen is the original. Lexa and I both hate her, but in the world of Maddison McClenen everyone sides with her and they taught the people she hates. Anyway, back to my morning.

I walked downstairs to my kitchen to see my dad, Thomas on the phone. He was yelling to his client about yesterday's court meeting and hung up, irritated. He looked at me like he always did, annoyed and angry.
"Can I have money?" I asked
"No" he said
"Why not?" I asked again.
He started to walk away from me and I followed him.
"My money is my money" he said
"But I need money for a Subway ticket" I said.
"For what?" He asked
"School" I said
"Why don't you just drag your ass to one of those hiring places, get some money and leave me alone!" He said. I was not afraid of my father when he was like this.
"Because you forced not to get a job and I have to sit on my ass all day doing all the work for you!" I bursted out. My father was now red in the face and furious.

"Take off your shirt" he said. My eyes bugged out, I was scared of my father when he was like THIS. But I would stay strong and try not to show emotion. I folded my arms.

"No" I said
"TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT" He screamed. I tried not to cry as I took off my jean jacket, then my white tee shirt and I revealed my bra to my father.
"Wait here" he said and he left. I was freezing, the air conditioner was turned up all the way.

Maybe that's how my dad always got the cold shoulder. My father returned moments later with a steak knife in his hand. I stood there firmly, staring into my father's cold blooded eyes. He quickly moved the knife on my stomach, which left a bloody cut and I screamed.

He slapped it hard which made the pain even worse. Finally he pushed me onto the floor and started to slap me.
"That's for your mother" he said. My father then got up and left the room.

I was shaking and sick to my stomach, though this was usual for me. When he mentioned my mother, it made the pain even worse. My mom died seven years ago and that's when the trouble between my father and I began. He must've been so upset and so alone that he didn't have anyone for comfort, he took comfort to anger.

That was the day he first abused me out of many times. I was ten and after my father and I returned from my mother's funeral, he held a rock behind his back from the grave yard and he threw the rock so hard to my head, that I blacked out for what must've been hours later. I woke up from where I was when the incident happened, but this time with a giant black and blue bruise on the right side of my forehead. I try to cover the bruise still to this day with makeup or having my hair in the certain way, but nothing can remove the memory of when my dad turned his face on me.

As I looked back on the memory while I was still on the floor of my apartment, I felt chills down my spine. I looked at the clock as it read 7:15 AM.
"Shit" I mumbled to myself. I grabbed my books and my backpack and ran out the door of my apartment.

Making sure my father wouldn't see me. I started running from my apartment and to school, I tend to run a lot in my life. Not for healthy fit, for everything that has ever happened. I thought that if I ever meet someone and I get too attached, I would just run away. I will not risk myself for anymore danger that comes my way, especially for love.