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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I sat on the ledge, looking into the waters, thinking about what just happened. I met Niall and Harry. That's when it really hit me. I actually met two fifths of One Direction. And, one of them had actually saved me.

I was pulled from my thoughts when my phone rang. I was shocked, as my phone never rings, since I had no friends and my family doesn't care about me. I usually used it for music.  I took out my phone. I had a text from Nialler.

Please don't do anything stupid! The boys want to meet you, can you come over later? About 5? xx 

I smiled at this. He might have guessed that I would think about trying it again. He already knows what I'm thinking. Da-- leprechaun. I shook my head and started to reply.

Sure, Text me when you want to hang out. And I won't do anything TO seriously damaging to myself :P 

I sent the message and watched as the water lapped against the rocks and ground below the bridge. I sighed, getting off the ledge and started walking back home. Then my phone rang.

Please, don't do anything to yourself! ): xxx

I replied.

I can't promise anything. 

I put my phone in my pocket. I looked up and realized I had reached home. I took a deep breath  and walked inside. I had almost instantly regretted the choice of coming back home. In the kitchen, I heard my dad yelling, same with my mom. When I closed the door, the yelling stopped. I heard footsteps coming towards me. In the door way, then stood my father. He looked drunk. He even held a half empty vodka bottle in his hand. He took a step towards me. 

"Hey, bit--," he slurred. He walked up to me, pushing me against the wall. At first, it was normal to me. Then, he started to touch me. I tried to punch him away from me, but he wouldn't budge. He then whispered into my ear, "Stop fighting it, you know you want this."

I slapped him.

He stepped back from me, his hands on his cheek. He looked at me, his eyes full of fiery. He took his spot in front of me again and grabbed me by the throat and looked into my eyes.

"Don't you slap me, sl--. You are my property and I will treat you the way I see fit. Got it?" he growled.

I nodded.

"Good," he hissed, throwing me to the ground.

I was hoping he would just go and leave me alone, but I was way wrong. He looked down at me, and kicked me. Then again and again. He made sure to kick me everywhere he could. After what seemed to be a while, he stopped. I thought he was done, but then he threw the glass bottle at me. It cracked onto my face, cutting deeply. He then grabbed me by my neck and lifted me off of the ground.

"You will listen to me, bit--. I own you, so you listen and obey. Got it, sl--?" he hissed into my ear.

I nod, wiggling in his grasp.

He lets go and I fall to the floor in a dull thump. He then finally walks away from me and goes back into the kitchen. I watch after him, to make sure he was finished. When I was sure the coast was clear, I got up and raced up the steps.