$inister (Niall Horan fanfic) Finished**

Sinister chapter one ~panicking~

How could someone so beautiful be so ugly on the inside? He's rude, cruel, careless, repulsive, abusive, sinister. He's a player, is that the right word? Maybe not, he doesn't even play girls he just gets them. And that's who -what he is. Niall Horan will always be sinister.

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School the biggest threat to my survival. I can't decide on what's worse being pushed, shoved, kicked and punched at school or at home. I Summer Clark am everyones punching bag its like I'm simply a stone on a lonely road that everyone will kick. You know when your walking doing you stuff and you see a stone or rock and you play a game of kicking it as far as you can till you loose it? Well that me just human form.

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I begged them not to do it, I cryied and told them I get panick attacks but they wouldn't listen. They still picked me up by my arms and shoved me into this locker. They lauged and closed the small locker door. i listened to the click of the lock.

'Dont worry Summer, we'll leave the locker combination on a note tapped to the locker door' Niall spoke with a laugh.

'Yes so when someone finds you they can help you' Louis said

they laughed some more and then I was startled when a fist patted on the locker door.

'Have fun bitch' Im guessing was Niall by his theick irish accent

. I slowly started to sob as I could hear the laughing die down with foot steps walking away. My breathing was starting to quicken with my sobs.

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They air was thick and the smell of old paint and rust was filling my nose giving me a headache. I felt the tears go down my cheeks and I could hear the sound of my tears hitting the small metal ground of the cold locker.

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I was in thought about if I should just end my life when I herd a voice which I thought was just in my mind at first till I herd it again.

'Hello?! Are you okay, one second I'll get you out just wait'

I thanked god that finally I would get out of this locker for I could go to my second hell. Home. How long was I in their for 2 hours? Probably.

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The locker door opend fast after the click of the lock being unlocked I was blinded by the bright light. I quickly go out and ran not bothering to take a notice to the person who just helped me, they probably hated me anyways,they might have even shoved me in that locker again like I was some rat being shoved in a cag.

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When I got home I quitly opened the front door hoping my father won't hear me, I walk in looking right and left looking for and signs that he is close. I quickly go up stairs to my small bedroom to be greeted by my father. He had a evil grin on his face thamade my skim get goosebumps. My stomach tuned I know whatscoming.

'Where were you bitch?!' He yelled

He started getting up and walking towards me . There was no point in running surly he would just find me, like they say you can run but you can't hide. He's face was just inches from mine and he recked of alcohol.

'Let me repeat it, where.the.fuck.were.you?'' He askes yelling

I scrunched my nose up to the sudden smell of alcohol. I stepped back a bit trying to keep my distance away from my drunk angry sorry excuses for a father. The closer I was the more it would hurt.

'I-I was at school, I had sone extra work I-

I was cut off by a hand contacting with my cheek, I let out a wimper as he brought his hand up high the hitting my across my cheek making me fall backwards I hundled up in a ball shielding my head. I felt a foot contack my stomach, I let out a loud cry.

'Fucking bitch I should just fucking kill you' he spat at me.

His fists hit my skull making me wimper and scream in pain, a kick was taken to my face. Another to my stomach. My whole body throbbed. I felt vibration of my father's foot steps leave me alone to suffer in pain

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. After awhile I got my self up enough so I could crawl to bedroom, I closed my door. I couldn't get my self to get up so I could get into bed so I grabbed my.blanket and wrapped it around me and started crying. It will be Friday tomorrow the day I will kill myself. I'm going to do this I'm sick of this. I'm sick of the people at school I'm sick of my father I'm sick of living.