My old friend (One Direction fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Leaving

Luckily I only blacked out for a few minutes so I woke up before the next lesson started.

I managed to stand up and dragged myself to the girl's bathroom. I cleaned the blood of my face and lifted up my shirt to inspect the damage.
I winced when I saw my side. Already purple and blue bruises covered the entire left side of my body and I was bleeding a little in some places.

After wiping up most of the blood I decided I should get out of here before everyone came from their classes.

I left the school as quickly as I could considering I had a few possibly broken ribs.
I limped to the place I always go after something like this happens.

The park.

I always liked to come her when my Uncle or the bullies had been particularly bad, or if I just wanted to forget for a while.

I sat down on a bench and took in the scenery around me.

The sun shone down on the duck pond making it shimmer as if it was made of diamond. Small children gathered around it, giggling and laughing with each other. They threw bread to the ducks swimming around in the pond, or sitting next to it on the grass, soaking up the sun.
Elderly couples strolled through the park, holding hands and smiling at each other.

Everyone seemed so happy, and then there was me.
A small girl with a bleeding face who is bruised and has been crying.
"Why can't I be happy like everyone else?" I thought to myself as I sighed, and slowly got up from the bench, knowing my Uncle would want me back soon.

As I started head back towards his house, I remembered suddenly, that I turned eighteen the next day.

And then I could leave.

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As soon as I walked in through the front door my Uncle's large hand grabbed my throat and slammed me up against the wall.

I yelped in pain but his grip was so tight that it came out as more of a squeak.

He leaned his face right close to mine, eyes dark with anger.

"Your school called" he whispered and his breath smelt strongly of alcohol.

"Said you didn't come in today.." He continued, using his spare hand to run his finger along my cheek.

"Well!?" He shouted suddenly dropping me to the floor, where I lay, gasping for breath.

"Where were you!?" He demanded.

The pain in my neck and in my side was almost unbearable but I managed to stutter out,
"T-th-the park."
He growled before taking a fistful of my hair in his hand and pulling me towards the kitchen.

When we reached the kitchen he dropped me on a chair before reaching over to the knife rack.

I saw what he was doing and tried to get away but he stamped on my foot with his huge heavy boots. I heard a crunch and screamed out in pain.

Tears blurred my vision as I peered down at my surely broken foot. I looked back up at my Uncle and he grinned down at me, brandishing a gleaming kitchen knife.

I nearly tried to tell him to stop, but before I could, he sliced the knife across my cheek, leaving a deep gash.
I screamed again, and he laughed.

"That will teach you to disobey me." He hissed, dragging the knife up my arm slowly. I hissed in pain and scrunched my eyes up in pain as tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Now lie down on your front!" He demanded. I did as I was told reluctantly.

I screamed for the third time as he lifted up my shirt and began cutting into my back with the knife.

"Now remember this princess..." He whispered in my ear after about five minutes of agony.
"You are mine and you always will be. I own you..."

He yanked down my shirt and pushed me towards the stairs.

"Get up there! I don't want to see or hear you until tomorrow, slut!" He yelled as I collapsed on the steps.

I heard him walk into the kitchen and I slowly began to crawl up the stairs, sobbing.

Once I finally reached my room, all I could do was crawl under my old blanket on the floor which served as my bed, and cry until I fell asleep.

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I suddenly jolted awake, and pain seared through my entire body. This caused me to remember the events of last night and I started to cry silently.
I looked at my makeshift clock on the wall and saw that it was 3am.

Suddenly, I remembered the date.
February 4th 2013.
My eighteenth birthday.
I could leave.

I stood up a winced as pain shot through my foot and pretty much everywhere on my body.

I grabbed the only jumper I had, my school one, and tried to walk towards my door.
After one step I decided I couldn't put any weight at all on my right foot, and that I had definitely broken a few ribs.

Finally reaching the door, I came to the stairs, and began to hobble down them.

Whilst doing this I finally noticed the intense pain in my back, and the feeling of blood sticking to my jumper and remembered what he did to me.

I shivered, before carrying on down the stairs as quietly as I could, not wanting to wake up my Uncle.

I reached the front door and turned around one last time, saying goodbye to the house I had been tortured in for almost seven years.

Memories came flashing back to me but I shook my head, not wanting to remind myself of them now.

I turned the door handle and stepped out into the cold night, not turning back.

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A/N

Hope you enjoyed that chapter.

Sorry it was pretty short, I'll try and make them longer in future