Lost It All *Ziall Student/Teacher*

Prologue

Zayn's P.O.V.:
My life was a nightmare. During the day, I could pretend that everything was fine. That there was nothing bothering me. As if there was nothing wrong. But there was. It was not like I could escape this problem, let alone even tell someone about it.
I wished I could talk to somebody. But they would tell people. And my Mum loved him. I didn't want to hurt her and tell her what a horrible person her husband really was. Even if she deserved the truth, I didn't want her to be sad and feel guilty for not knowing and not doing something about it.

There was nothing I could do.
He would always be there and make my life miserable.

My dad hurt me so many times I felt like it didn't matter anymore if I got another bruise. My Mum had no idea. How could she? She was always away on business trips because of her work. I knew that she loved me and my sisters, but she just didn't have much time left for us, especially for me.
I was 17 so it was understandable that she first had to go after my three little sisters. For the times, where she wasn't there I mainly had to look after them, because my dad just couldn't be bothered with them.
I was glad that he didn't hurt my sisters. That's one of the reason why I couldn't just leave when I turn 18. I didn't want him going after Safaa, Waliyha or Doniya. They didnt deserve that and I didn't want them going through what I was going through.

I think my dad started two years ago when I was about 15. At first it was just a slap across the cheek and he said he was sorry. But not anymore. Now he would sometimes even kick me in the stomach when he already beat me to the ground.
Some days I, myself, wondered how nobody had found out yet. I was glad, but at the same time I wasn't. I wanted him to stop. To get out of my life if I couldn't have my old cool dad back.

My old dad would always take care of me. Help me with girl problems, if there were any. I wasn't very talkative at school. Sure I had friends. And very good ones at that. Louis and Harry. They seriously were the best. Even on my worst days they always managed to cheer me up.
They were the ones that really gave me hope to keep going and not give up. And they didn't even know how much they helped me.

It was the beginning of another school year. I hoped I wouldn't slip even more up than I was last year. I didn't have much time for homework and studying. I had to look after my sisters, go through the torture of my dad and I still had my friends who sometimes wanted to hang out with me.

They thought I was just being lazy with school stuff. But I just didn't have enough time.

We would also get new teachers. They would probably think that I didn't give a damn about school. But I set myself the goal to try and get more done in school than last year.

But even if my sisters took most of my time away, I loved them. Young kids were like a constant shining sun. They were always happy and wanted to play and go on adventures. They really were the cutest thing in the world.

I hoped this year everything would get better.

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A/N: This is very short. Just to let you know what's going on here. The first chapter will be longer.

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