Scars- Harry Styles/ 1D Fan Fic

Chapter 1

       Hi guys!!! Long time no see? Anyway, yes this is a One Direction fan fic. I thought, why not try something new? Anway, I will be posting pics on the side bar of the characters along the way. All of them are 100% random pics from google so...ENJOY THE STORY :) Chapter 1

        Where do I start. If only I had gotten out of there sooner, everything would've been fine...but no. Stupid little me gave him another chance because I felt sorry for him. Who's laughing now? My little sister, Dylaney, shouldn't be treated like this, she's only nine!

Let me explain...my name is Kyle Michelle Styles. I'm eighteen and I live with my younger sister and stepdad. I could really care less about him. He's nothing but a beer drinking, couch potato, mean, cruel, and selfish pig. All he cares about is his sports and beer...oh...his control over us...which he loves. He does anything to see us cry or scream in pain. That sick twisted little prick. He's hit and abused us so many times, I forgot the numbers. What was I talking about? Oh, yeah! The reason why I live with my stepdad is simple. After my mom had my little sister, Dylaney, my dad and mom got a divorce. Then a year or two ago, my mom died. It was so sad, I almost ended my life as well. Everyone said I was just like her. Anyway, I have a twin older brother, but he lives with my dad in Manchester...where I was born. Dylaney was born in the US when my parents, Harry, my twin, and I moved over seas. He's eighteen and pretty famous. His name? Harry Styles. We were very young when we were seperated, so I highly doubt he remembers me.

Now, Dylaney and I today were running up the stairs, away from my stepdad, Walter. He was chasing us around the house, screaming and cussing at us. We ran into my room and locked the door as we heard footsteps pounding up the stairs. We then heard him yelling our names and colliding his fists on the door. 

"Kyle Michelle!" He said, "Dylaney Nicole! Open the god damn door now!"

We were dead silent and then Dylaney began to cry. I wrapped my arms around her held her tight. I calmed her down and whispered,

"Everything will be alright."

"Really?" she managed to choke out.

"Yes. It'll be better tomorrow." I said and looked at my jewelry box filled with what I've been waiting to use for Dylaney and I since forever...