Diana - Zayn Malik

Chapter One

   Natalie's POV:

       The rain outside plopped against my window. I pulled the sleeves of my sweater down, covering my freezing hands. I leaned against the window, crushing my chest against it. A shiver went down my spine as a loud clank! from the kitchen. I tightly shut my eyes, biting the insides of my cheeks. My father was drunk again. When was the day he was never drunk?

       "Natalieeee Diannaaaaa Milllsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I heard him groan, thumping his way over to my room. He added my middle name... I was in deep trouble.

       "Please don't make him come in here..." I bit my the inside of my cheek harder, wincing at the taste of the blood. I shrank down in the corner, staring at the door. His footsteps become louder, and heavier. He was dragging his way over.

       "Don't be scaaarreedddd, babyyyy!!!" He chuckled. I could almost sense him smirking, "Come to daddyy!!!" He pushed the door open. I pushed myself into the wall, wishing there was a big hole in it so I could crawl away forever. He smirked as he saw me on the floor. I bet I looked like a helpless puppy. I gulped, knowing what he was thinking.

       "You little bitch... Don't even try hiding from me." He raised something over his head. I stared in fright. A large, broken beer bottle was in his hand. I shook my head quickly, tears streamed down my face in fright.

       "P-Please! No, father! Please!!" I shrieked out, my voice slowly cracked. I knew he would do it. He never listened. He would hit me no matter what.

       "Shut the fuck up, you little slut!" He growled, throwing the beer bottle straight at me. I didn't know what to do other than put my head between my legs. I quickly threw my arms over my head, fear thumped in me. My heart raced too quick. The glass cut open my flimsy sleeves. I screamed in pain, little pieces of the glass getting stuck in my arm. The disgusting left over liquid poured on me.

       "Shut up!" He yelled, getting a piece of the glass. "Your the reason of all this! I wouldn't be doing this if Vivian were here! Your the reason why your mother is gone!" He growled, grabbing my arm. I tried to pull it back, but I was too late. He was already scraping the glass on me, cutting deep into me. I screamed, wanting to die more then ever.

       "Please! Stop!" I croaked, barely even able to speak.

       "You get the hell out of my house. You little bitch!" He grabbed my suitcase - I had it packed just in case anything like this would happen - and threw it on me. "Get the fuck out! I don't wanna see your ugly, shitty face ever again!" He growled, sinking his nails into my arm and dragging me out of my room.

       "Dad, no! Please!"

       "Shut the hell up. Your 18 already! You should already be out of my damn house, you little shit!" He pulled me through the living room, and yanked the front door open. "Get out of my damn life and go fuck a man!" He snapped, and threw me out. I saw a smirk form on his face.

       "No, dad! Please!!!" I screamed, banging my hand on the glass door. Pain struck in me as I did. I squealed, "Dad!" I screamed one last time. He really left me... In the pouring rain... "Dad...." I mumbled, putting my head in my hands.

       "I told you to leave, you little shit!" I heard a voice yell, and a slide door opening slowly. He was coming for me again. I shook my head, "No!" and threw my suitcase on him before running off into a long alley. 

       This was just what I needed. Being alone with nothing, in the pouring rain, in a long dark alley in New York City...