My Guardian Angel

Chapter 1

*Chapter 1*

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"Please Sto-" My words were cut short by his cold hands wrapping around my neck. I tried to pry his tight grip from around my neck. My knuckles were turning white and I couldn't breathe.

Things were becoming hazy when all of a sudden I was thrown to the ground with mighty force. I lay on the ground gasping for air, when I felt a forceful kick right into my ribs. This only making it harder to breathe.

I lay there, my breath coming in short jagged gulps. I couldn't stop the flow of tears streaming down my cheeks. As my vision came into focus, I could see my dad reaching for something in his back pocket.

I tried getting back to my feet when I felt myself freeze.

My body shut down when I realized what my father was holding. My gaze was fixed on his hand which was tightly wrapped around a silver pistol.

I pleaded for him to put it down, but just as the words came out of my mouth, his index finger pulled back the trigger...and that's when everything went black.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP"

I woke up sweating, my body trembling with fear. It took me a moment to process that it was all a dream. It all felt so real, maybe because I know that feeling all too well.

I looked at the clock, realizing I only had 15 minutes to get ready for school. I didn't have enough time to wash my hair, so I took it out of the braid I slept in. I combed it out with my fingers, leaving it in loose curls cascading down my back.

I slipped on my leggings and an oversized sweater, I really didn't feel like getting dressed up on a Friday. I brushed my teeth and quickly applied some foundation over my bruises, so no one would ask any questions.

After putting on a light coat of mascara, I slipped on my converse high tops. I grabbed a granola bar and ran out the door.

Thank goodness my college was only a couple of blocks away from my house, I really liked walking to school and enjoying the scenery. It was a way for me to escape, and forget about all the horror that I faced at home.

I walked through the doors of Doncaster University like every other day. I passed by the many faces I was used to seeing everyday.

As I made my to art class, I stopped by my best friend Rebecca's locker. Rebecca has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. She is the only one that knows about the way my dad treats me. She is there for me when no one else is. I can't imagine my life without her.

"Hey!" Said Rebecca.

She was always in a good mood, which is one of the things I loved most about her.

"Hi."

I replied back giving her a hug. I couldn't help but wince when she hugged me back, my body was in pain from the night before. I just hoped she wouldn't notice, but as soon as she pulled away she looked at me sadly, I knew that she wasn't buying my act.

"Hayden, I can't stand seeing you like this, you need to tell someone. Or at least get out of that house! You can come and live with me."

I didn't have the strength to tell her that I couldn't leave him. At the end of the day he was my dad, and he was the only thing that I had connecting me and my mom.

"I'm sure this is just a phase. He will stop eventually." I said, putting on a fake smile.

"He has been doing this since you were five. That doesn't sound like a phase to me. He isn't gonna stop until someone stops him."

I could feel a lump in my throat starting to form, and the tears ready to spill out of my eyes at any moment.

"I have to go." I stammered.

"See you after class."

"Sure." She said with a worried look plastered all over her face. She gave me one last hug before we went to our first period.

I made my way to Mr.Johnson's class. Mr.Johnson was always my favorite teacher, mostly because he was like an actual father to me. He greeted me when I walked into his classroom with a "Hello!" And a huge smile.

"Hi Mr.Johnson." I said with a smile, and taking my seat.

Soon the room was full of bodies and Mr. Johnson began his lesson.

"Alright class, for your final assignment of the semester, I will be paring you up, and you will have to research a famous artist, and re-create one of their famous paintings."

I mentally groaned at the thought of working with somebody else, I personally work better by myself.

Mr.Johnson read off the partners. I became more and more nervous as to who I would get.

"Justin and Taylor."

"Vanessa and Matt."

"Mason and Tina."

"Hayden and Louis."

"Oh great", I thought to myself looking over at Louis Tomlinson, the popular guy with the big ego.

I never really thought much of Louis. He was just the popular guy that everyone liked, and I could surely care less about him.

I saw him look over at me when my name was called. He didn't look to thrilled. He probably barely even knew who I was.

Mr.Johnson'a voice snapped me out of my trance.

"Alright, get together with your partners and discuss your project."

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