One Direction's New Protection

Chapter 1

~Chapter 1

~Maddie's POV~

I tapped my foot anxiously on the cold hard tiles of the long dark hallway as I waited for the answer that could be life or death for me. I don't want to go back. I've worked too hard to go back.

I twirled a piece of my long blonde hair around my small chubby finger. One of the bracelets on my wrist became loose and fell off exposing some of my scars. I quickly picked it up and tied it tightly around wrist. I cringed at my scars and the memories that caused them.

-Flashback

I got up from my bed and grabbed my old iPod which was a hand me down from my mom when she was nice. A lot has changed since then. Short story she's a bitch and so is my dad. I hate them to say the least. They make my life a living hell. They could have killed me then but they didn't which I hope they don't do in the near future.

I grabbed my headphones and put it in the iPod and pushed them in my ear.

I went onto the music and pressed shuffle. Light'em up by The Fallout Boys came on which was my favorite song at the moment. It makes me want to jump up dance around and scream like an idiot.

I jumped up and danced around crazily. I mouthed the words to the song like I was performing for real. Once the song ended I bowed.

"Thank you Thank you," I said as I bowed again.

Right when the next song was about to come on I heard a loud bang like a gunshot. I quickly turned off the music and took my headphones out. I sat my iPod down on my nightstand and walked slowly to the door.

Right when my hand was about to turn the knob the door came flying open as my mom came running in. The force of the door caused me to stumble backwards and hit the corner of the desk.

"Fuck," I cursed as I rubbed my butt which was throbbing in pain.

"Don't you fucking curse in front of me you little bitch," She screamed in my face as she pointed a finger at me. Well what gives her the right to curse in front of me. Oh yes she's my mother sadly she is more of a monster.

"S-sorry," I stuttered. Damn I hate to stutter in front of people. It makes me feel weak which I never allow. I'm stronger than you give me credit for. I was actually scared of them. They have guns and they would not hesitate to put a bullet in my head.

"Don't sorry me grab the shovel and bury the body," She says as she slaps me hard on my right cheek. My head snaps to the left as she smiles evilily and walks out the room.

I close the door when I know she is gone. Ugh this is the regular routine. My parents are killers and have killed many people.

I look in the mirror at myself. My right cheek already bruising. These wounds are getting harder to hide each time. It's not like anyone would care if they saw it. I was a friendless loser. My only real best friend was Nick but he died because of lung cancer. It was sad but I eventually moved on with my life. If god didn't want me to have friends then so be it. I have not had any friends since then. No one messes with me.

I throw my dark brown hair into a messy bun on the top of my head.

I throw my skateboard and iPod into my closet under a bunch of clothes. I will never have my family found out I still have them from I was younger. They banned them.

I walked to my door and peaked out through the crack. No one. They must have left. Thank god. I walked out and slowly walked down the stairs. I saw the body of a girl about my age. Oh no. She laid in a pool of blood not moving. Usually my parents killed people that are 17-30. Never killed someone this young. I mean she is probably only 14 like me or a bit older.