Niall Horan saved me from the abuse.

I came home from another day at school with tears rolling down my cheeks. I stopped at the front door before entering wiping my tears away, if my dad caught me crying again I knew I'd be in for it. Ever since my mum died 8 months ago, dad wouldn't ever let me cry, every time he saw me crying he'd slap me.

"Grow up Lily she's gone, get over it" he would say.

I pushed the door open before I started crying again, wishing mum was still here.

"Lily get in here" my dad shouted from the living room, "pass me the remote so I can turn this crap over" I rolled my eyes at him, he was sat on the chair with a bottle of beer in his hands. "Now stupid" he yelled.

I ran over to pick the remote up and passed him it. He snatched it from my hands and turned the channel over to a music one.

"Stupid boy bands" my dad muttered.

He had put on a music channel and it was playing my favourite song, Kiss You by One Direction.

"That's it now stupid, you can get to your room"

I hated him calling me stupid, I knew I wasn't stupid. I had no friends at school so I spent breaks and dinners doing extra work in classrooms. I never ate dinner as I don't like the lunches and we never have enough food at home for me to take to school.

I ran up the stairs trying to be quite, still wanting to cry.

As I walked into my room, I looked at myself in the mirror. "Why?" I kept questioning myself. I rolled up my sleeves to see all my cuts and scars that I had given myself. Then looked back at my reflection. Tears starting rolling down my face again and I'd never felt to alone in my entire life. I pulled my jumper sleeve down again, not wanting to see the scars anymore just as my dad stormed into my room.

"You haven't made dinner" my dad shouted, slapping my face and sending me to the floor.

I let out a scream and he kicked my ribs several times. I began crying, I couldn't help it. I knew it was going to make things worse.

My dad picked me up by my hair and pulled me over to the mirror.

"You see this?" he asked pulling in my hair making me nod, "its awful, your mother would be ashamed having such a useless, ugly, selfish daughter" he said. I tried to pull away from his grip causing him to push me to the floor.

"You're pathetic" he yelled at me before punching my face, hard.

I screamed, "get out!" and to my surprise he left my room.

I scrambled to my feet and went over to my backpack, I picked it up and headed to my wardrobe and picked out a top, a jumper, and 2 pairs of jeans. I had to leave. Nobody would miss me, it would be better for every body if I wasn't here.

I opened my window as quietly as I possibly could, not wanting my dad to hear. Once it was open I threw out my backpack and it landed on the grass.

I wasn't afraid of heights so climbing down from my window wasn't scary at all.

Staying in the house with my dad was scary.

I got to my backpack at last, and began to run, it felt good running away from the house. Like I was finally free from the abuse and from my dad.