~Prologue~
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!!" My 'father' yelled from downstairs. I guess that's my cue to get up from the only thing that brings me joy in my life, which is my bed. I guess I didn't get up fast enough, because the next thing I heard was, "WHAT THE FUCK'S TAKING YOU SO LONG?! WHEN I CALL YOU BITCH YOU IMMEDIATELY COME TO ME!!" That's when I hurried down the stairs to see my 'parents' with their 'buddies' surrounding the kitchen table, probably making another profit off of whatever they're selling this time.
When they hear my footsteps, they turn around, and I'm greeted with a stinging slap to the cheek. "How many times have we told you to be down here the second we call your name?!?!" My 'mother' said. I opened my mouth to speak but quickly shut it not wanting to anger them any further. Especially since they're most likely drunk and/or high. "Now your father wanted you to make dinner, and we don't have any food here, so we need you to go out and get groceries," my 'mother' said still with a low snarl in here voice making her sound like a man with voice complications.
"You will be back before 9:30," I looked at the clock on the stove and it read 8:45, "and we will not have to send anyone to come and get you. You know what the punishment is if we have to," she said while I involuntarily shivered as the constant memories that flow through my mind, came back. "Now get your ass out of this house!" My 'father' said pushing me roughly out of the kitchen.
I walked out of the house, set for my journey to the grocer's. Yippy! (Note the sarcasm) At least I'll be able to breath fresh air, instead of the stuffy smoke/alcoholic smell I always breathe in. I guess I'll use this time at the grocer's to my advantage since we only live 5 minutes away and they gave me 45 minutes to be finished. Not very smart 'parents' I have.
Finally reaching the grocer's, I grab a shopping basket, and start to look for stuff to make food with. Welllll, duh, all the stuff here you could make food with. I'm so dumb sometimes.
So now I'm guessing you want to learn about me. Well, my life isn't much of a Cinderella fairy tale. My name is Janice Barker, and I'm 18 and a senior in high school. I've been abused by my alcoholic crack parents, since as long as I can remember. Yes, my parents are my biological parents, but I don't consider them that. That explains all of the ''s. REAL PARENTS wouldn't constantly abuse you. REAL MOMS wouldn't give permission for your REAL FATHER to rape you. REAL PARENTS don't deal drugs. REAL PARENTS wouldn't send their 'drug buddies' after you if you tried to run away. No, REAL PARENTS would love you 'til the end of time. REAL PARENTS would try to keep you safe. REAL PARENTS would give up their life for their child's if they had to. So, this is why I don't refer to my 'parents' as parents.
Getting ready to leave the grocer's, I'm approached by the one and only Zayn Malik. I may be abused and all, but I don't live under a rock. But it's close to one.
Why he comes to me? I don't know. Do I want to find out? I don't know. But do you? That's probably a definite yes. But right now, I should be leaving, because I have a feeling it's about time to go back to the house. See, I can't even refer to my own house as home, because it's not home to me... It's a living Hell.
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AHHHH!! FIRST FANFIC ON THE JOINED ACCOUNT! YAYY!
So me and my Tommo wanted to make this account so we could write fanfics together. How sweet is that???? *and the crowd goes 'awww'* Yeahhh, I call her Tommo cause her fav. is Louis, and she calls me Hazza cause my fav. is Harry...... Make sense now? No? Okay, I understand.....
Anywayyyyy, we're going to be alternating on chapters.... so that means chapter 1 is going to be written by Tommo.... YAYY! OHHH, and if you forget who's writing, either at the top or the bottom (if we have an author's note at the top) for me you'll see the '<>' for her.... Idk but she'll tell you. And I call my readers Unicorns, so that'll help tooo. But..... yeah.
Hope you enjoyed the Prologue, but it is just the beginning.... literally. (Teehee, play on words :p)
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