Take Me Away. ( a liam payne fanfic.)

Take Me Away.

I ran into the room, locking the door behind me. The slurred shouts and heavy stumbling footsteps coming closer. I ran over to the wardrobe and jumped in, hands pulling the doors shut as my heart beats againts my chest, as though it was trying to break out. I sat there, listening, trying to be as silent as I could manage. The shouting stopped. I began to slowly push open the doors when there was a sudden pounding on the bedroom door.

" Get your ass out here! Lacey, I will break down the door! get out hear!"

I held the doors closed tightly shut, fearful gasps escaping my mouth. My lungs were trying to catch up with the thumping in my chest!

Tears began rolling down my cheeks, making my upper lip become moist and begin to tremble. My mind began to race ; what if he broke in? what would Dan do to me if he broke in? would I live through tonight?!

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I woke to the sounds of blaring records. Sinatra played throughout the house, echoing off the walls.

How long had I slept? Couldn't have been for more than an hour, it was still pitch black. It frightened me. I had never been fond of the dark when I was younger, even more so since I moved to live with my uncle Dan.

Dan was the small town drunkard. His best friend was the bottle of Jack that stood on his bedside table. It had been almost 15 years since my mother sent me to live with him. She didn't want me, is what I was told. She hated me because I was the reason my father left her, or at least that's what Dan said. I didn't know whether to believe it or not, so I just pushed her from my mind.

Since I was 4, Dan had been using me for his personal pleasures, both sexual and violence related.

I shook these undesirable thoughts from my wondering mind and made the decision to emerge from the wardrobe.

Authors Note:

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As I emerge from the wardrobe, I look over the room to make sure I am completely alone. I concluded that there was no one else so I come out of the wardrobe and scurry to the washroom. As I enter I avoid the mirror, not wanting to look at tonight's distruction. I wash my face and as the water trickles over my lips, they begin to burn. my face shot up and a small cry escaped my stinging lips. I looked in the mirror, the bottom lip had split.

"Fuck!" I gasped.

I looked closer at the girl in the mirror. her left cheek had small cuts and began to bruise a dark purple. Her dark brown hair cascading in a mess over her shoulders. I couldn't bare to look in the mirror any longer. I washed over my face gently with the cool water being more cautious of the raw cuts.

I walked back to the main room and over to the door, making sure it was locked, then I slipped into the old mattress with Hello Kitty sheets from when I was 6. I effortlessly slipped into a dreamless sleep.

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I woke to a screaming alarm. My hand smacked the off button. My body ached from last nights events, my whole face hurt. I got out of the bed and went to reassess the damage. My face had gotten progressively worse, the bruise a darker purple tinged with a dark green on the edges. The cut on my lip had began to heal but was very easy to tear open. the scratches began to scab over but looked terrible. This was gonna take a lot of cover up.

I walked away from the mirror and went through my morning routine of showering, getting ready for work and plastering my face with cover up to hide the new injuries