I'm His

Chapter 15

Sophie's POV:

I didn't know what to think, to be completely honest.

I was in a state of shock.

Not because of what Zayn told me, but because I feel like I've known it for so long. It all made sense now.

How familiar his icy cold voice sounded.. How the familiar fear shot through my body the night he was in our garden. It was all too familiar to ignore.

The guy after me is Randy, my father.

"Sophie.." Zayn trailed off, taking my hand in his. I think he could tell I was trying to put the pieces together, my expression probably gave that away.

"Why does he want me?" I suddenly snapped, pulling my hand from Zayn's and standing to my feet, "He's done enough to me. He's done enough to all of us!" I was now yelling, angry tears building up in my eyes.

It was all true. He'd tortured us enough while he was here, I don't need him coming back into my life to hurt us more. He's the reason why my family and I live our life in fear. All in fear of him, that he'll come back and tear us apart again.

Zayn stood up in front of me, placing his hands on my shoulders, meaning to calm me down. I know I shouldn't take my anger out on him, but I am. It's what made sense at the moment, to be honest. Zayn opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

"He can't hurt us anymore! He can't come near John or my mum! He needs to realize he's not a part of this family anymore. He tore us apart, and I won't let him fucking do that again!" I yelled again, the tears finally falling over. I couldn't take all of this right now. Who is he to think he can do this to my family?

"Babe, listen to me, I won't let him-" Zayn started trying to calm me, but I wasn't going to listen to him. I couldn't. I needed to get this out. All the feelings I had bottled up about that evil, vile man had to come out.

"No! He can't hurt us!" I used a softer tone, my voice sounding nearly defeated by now, "He c-can't hurt my family anymore.." I was crying now, the tears falling at a rapid pace.

"You were a fucking mistake. Do you hear that?" My father spat in my face, holding my upper arm tightly in his large hands, not caring if he hurt me or not.

I looked down, feeling the familiar prickling in the backs of my eyes. We didn't deserve this. My mum, John and I didn't deserve this. This "man" was terrorizing us, turning our lives into an absolute nightmare. He was an awful man. I couldn't even call him a man. No real man would do this to his family..

"Yes sir." I choked out, the usual answer. It's all he would allow me to say.

"I can't fucking hear you!" He yelled back at me, shoving my back into the dresser behind me, the corner of it jabbing into my back, sending pain through my spine.

"Yes sir." I said, much louder this time, in pure fear. I knew he would stop at nothing to hurt me, so I knew I had to obey him.

Finally, his tight grip released from my arms, and I squeezed my eyes shut, fearing the usual pain of his many slaps. His temper was definitely one you shouldn't mess with.

I heard the sound of his loud footsteps climbing the staircase, and I found myself leaning towards them to hear his murmuring.

"One day, I'll get you back for making my life so miserable.." He seethed, and I let my body slide down to the ground, bringing my knees up to my chest and sobbing.

We didn't deserve this..

I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling myself into Zayn's protective hold. This was home. In his arms. I was safe, and no one could hurt me here. No one could hurt me. I was safe.