Tough Love (Niall Horan)

Chapter 1 Leaving

Hey people-on-wattpad! (Such an awkward human being). This is my very first fan fic and I can't wait for you people to read it!! Thanks so muchness. (Lol. Alice on wonderland moment). Now please, READ ON!!

Julie's POV~~~~

I groan as I hear my alarm go off. Today is the day I have not been looking forward to. I mean if we could just skip today and go straight to tomorrow I would be just fine, but NO the universe refuses to listen. "JULIE GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP AND GET READY!!" My mom yells a little to loudly from down the hall. "CAN YOU JUST HOLD ON MOMENT? NOT EVERYONE WAKES UP AT NONHUMAN HOURS OF THE DAY TO HANG OUT WITH PEOPLE THEY REALLY DON'T FEEL LIKE SEEING!!" I yell back. Today is the day before I leave my not-so-happy home here in the USA to go to a college in London. At least I'm not going alone. My best friend Kaitlyn is going to the same college because we are both studying pediatrics. Also on the bright side I'm leaving my evil family. My father physically abuses me while my mother just watches and tells me I'm useless. But I'm not going to pull the victim card. It's made me tough, I'm practically immune to physical harm and it made me realize girls like me don't deserve to be treated right. Well that last one is mostly from my ex-boyfriend Zach. I had a crush on home for two years and he ignored me. Then when his crush moved he said he had liked me the whole time but didn't know how to tell me. And me being the idiot I was believed that boatload of bull shit he was giving me. We dated for a year and a half and then I saw him making out with his crush. Instead of trying to cover it up he said that I was the "doll" to get his crush to like him. And I did a good job. I asked him why and he said that girls like me don't deserve to be treated right. Now here I am. Three years later. With my walls and defenses up and my cruel, cold, aditude here to take over me. I became cut off from everyone. But not once did I pull the victim card. I don't want a pity party and I don't want fake-ass bitches hanging out with me because of my house hold. I didn't want my mother bitching at me if my father got taken away and I didn't want me and my 7 year old sister getting put in foster care. I got up, took a shower and trudged over to my closet and pulled out a white tank top with ruffles and black skinny jeans. I also got my favorite black leather jacket. I put on black converse and straightened my hair. I headed put the door just to receive dirty looks from my parents and my sister just digging in to her pancakes. "I see you went with a no makeup look this morning. You really shouldn't cause then people can see how ugly you are." My father says. I scoff at his remark. "Hey it's not my fault I look like my father." I snap back. He gets up and slams me against the wall. "What did you say you little bich?" He asks. "You heard me." I say through gritted teeth. I'm no longer afraid of him. He can't hurt me worse that I have already. He slaps me and goes back to his seat, my mother snickering. "We'll let's go!" My sister says cheerfully. Not carrying about what happened. "Let's!" I fakefully smile.