History

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warning, this chapter has some possibly triggering events. Mature content in this chapter. Please read at your own risk. I mean it's not that bad but I just want to warn just in case.
<3 y'all
- L.
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*13 years old*

My father has beaten me everyday. Ever since he heard wrong and thought I killed mom..he's come home drunk and hit me. When Niall is over, he doesn't hit me. He tells me to not tell anyone. And I need to tell someone. I need to tell someone about the pain I feel everyday. But I can't. My father told me that if I told someone, he'd kill them. Niall has noticed a few bruises or cuts on my face. I tell him it's from me scratching or hitting my head in my sleep. Or walking into a door. The sad part is, he believes me.

It's Saturday night. Niall is at his mums place. His parents divorced a few years ago. He sees her 2 weekends a month. And this is the 2nd weekend of the month.
I'm terrified of my father coming home. He is out right now. At a bar. Getting drunk.
I just wait patiently till he returns.
It's about 6 when I turn on a movie. Marley and Me.
When the movie ends, it's about 8. And that's when he walks in.

"EVAN! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!!" He calls me Evan when he's drunk. So he's been calling me Evan ever since mom...
I stand up from the couch. "R-right here d-dad." I'm still recovering from the other nights beating.
He pulls me by my hair up to my room.
"N-no! Stop! Dad please!! No!"
He throws me on my bed.
"Shut up!!! You killed her!! And now I need to make you suffer!!!"
He slaps me hard. Next thing I know, he's ripping off my clothes.
"D-dad! PLEASE!" I try to run away from his grip but he pulls out a rope and ties my hands down.
He rips his pants off. And he slams himself into me.
I scream. And he throws his hand over my mouth.
"NO DONT MAKE A SOUND!"
I silently cry. How painful would it be to have your own father raping you when you're 13? It's happened before. He started last year when I was 12. He does the worst things when Niall's away with his mom.

There's a knocking at the door. "It's the police! Open up!!" A very powerful voice booms from downstairs and outside our door.

"Fuck!" My dad yells and throws his pants back on.
"Don't you dare fucking move!" He rushes downstairs. I put on some clothes and creep to the stairs.

"Sir we have received a report of a girl screaming. Is everything okay?"
No. Nothing is okay.

"Yes everything is fine officer. She has just received concert tickets to Jonas Brothers. You know how teens are!"
The officer chuckles with my dad.

"Pardon me sir, but are you...are you drunk?" The officer shines a flashlight in his eyes. Nows my chance. I run downstairs tears streaming down my face. I didn't know it till now, but my clothes are ripped. From HIM.

"Oh gosh." The officer sees my condition.

"WHAT THE HELL DID I TELL YOU! GET BACK INTO THAT FUCKING BED!!" My dad screams and the officers hand cuffs his hands behind his back.

"you're coming with me." And with that he whisks my father away.

Another officer comes to me. "Hello miss. We are going to have to take you to an orphanage. We will come get you in the morning. Give you a chance to say goodbye." And with that the police cars roll away.

I pull out my phone and call Niall.
"Hello?" His Irish voice comes out. He must have been asleep. It's 10 pm.

"N-Niall please c-come..I-I need you..I-i have to- l-leave.. My-my f-father-" I can barely talk to him.

"Me and me mum are on our way." He hangs up and I collapse to my knees.

Maura and Niall pull up 30 minutes later.  I run to Niall's arms and he holds me tight. Bobby had seen what happened so he tells Maura.
And Maura tells Niall as I can barely speak.

"Y-You're leaving me?" He holds back tears but one falls from his left eye onto my cheek. And that's when I loose it.

"I-I leave tomorrow.. Niall?" I look up at him.

"Yes love?" He brushes hair out of my face.

"I-I love you"