Living Hell (One Direction bully fan-fic)

Chapter 18

*Zoey's POV*

"What are you doing here?" I asked kind of harshly.

"Well someone grew a lot of confidence here, well I have had hunger these past few days but you haven't been there with me." My dad said to me as he caressed my cheek. I pulled away, so he wasn't touching me. I am so disgusted by him. I am his own fucking daughter.

"Ok and? I don't give a damn about you anymore, just fucking leave, get out of here." I hissed at him as I tried to close the door. But he put his big hand on the door making it impossible for me to move it. It hurt my hand especially because it was burned.

"Well, I think you know what I want." He said as he stepped inside and walked to the sofa. See when you walk inside there is a small living room with a T.V. then when you walk further to your right is the staircase, and the left there is the kitchen. Then you pass the kitchen there is a table and then way, way in the back there like a family room, living room thingy. I just stood at the door, while he looked around and walked over to me again. I just stood there frozen about thinking of what he wanted. Now he stood in front of me, inches away from my face.

"You know what I want." He said seductively as he got me by my hips and started kissing me.

"The girls are here, I don't want to do this." I said as I tried to push him off.

"Who gives a fuck? Jay isn't here and neither is Louis. Just shut up and give me what I want." He said as he moved me to the couch. Tears fell from my eyes because I know that the girls can see us if they came. But mostly because I didn't want to do this. He began to touch my thighs, I was just sitting there because I knew that if I didn't do anything he will hurt me. Hurt me really bad.

"Zo who was tha-" Someone said. Shit, I opened my eyes and saw that it was Lottie and her sisters. Oh my god, I mouthed 'help me.' She nodded as she ran back from where they came from. I started crying silently again. Good thing that he didn't hear Lottie come. Then he stopped and got up.

"Well I heard that someone came, so I'm going to go before someone comes." He said as he left to the door and walked out.

"Did he leave?" Fizzy asked as she walked into the living room where I was at. I nodded and started crying. Why does my life suck? These poor girls just saw my father kiss my neck.

"It's okay, Louis is on his way." Lottie said, what?! He is probably going to punch me! Well, what if he doesn't hurt me? What he actually feels bad for me? I tried to think that, then the front door opened. I looked up and saw Louis standing there. That was pretty fast. He sat beside me and, hugged me? Ok I must be dreaming or something. He cannot be possibly hugging me? I just sat there frozen. I am shocked that he is hugging me.

"What happened?" Louis asked.

"Well someone knocked on the door, she went to open it. Then we came to ask who it was and he was kissing her neck." Lottie explained. Louis at first looked sad, like he actually cared for me. Ok someone please come and pinch me! I must be dreaming! He let go of me and stood up.

"So was it just you Lottie, did the rest of them see?" Louis asked, he looked pissed off. And when I mean pissed off I mean as in red faced, hands in fists, and if it was a cartoon then there was steam coming out of his ears. I am fucking scared right now.

"Yea, we all did." Fizzy said getting up. Louis looked like he could punch a wall, and I think that the wall is me.

"Ok, well go upstairs and go to sleep." Louis said through gritted teeth.

"I want to sleep with Zo again." Daisy said.

"No. Now go sleep in your room!" Louis shouted, they all looked scared and ran up stairs. Even Lottie. He turned to look at me.

"You. I will get you tomorrow with the rest of the guys with me. So be fucking prepared you whore!" He hissed at me and almost attacking my face. Well if eyes could kill, I would be a cat with 9 lives, and they are all used and now I am dead. He then walked to his room and slammed the door which made me jump a little. I went up to the room where I was staying in, I closed it and locked it. Then I went to the closet, opened the door and looked at myself. (There was a door mirror there.) Why do I get called names? They call me slut and whore, but I get raped by my own so-called-father. Then I called fat, I have a gap between my thighs, you could see my bones. I get called ugly but yet, Lottie and the girls call me pretty? I really do have a fucked up life don't I?