Broken (Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

OK, SO JUST AS A WARNING, THERE IS A LOT OF SWEARING AND THERE IS A LITTLE BIT OF SELF-HARM. IM SORRY IF IT UPSETS YOU, BUT I JUST WANTED TO GIVE A HEADS UP. BYE!!!

Kimberly’s POV:

I can see the pain in her eyes as she tries to fight for my life. Everything is blurred from the tears running down my face and all I can do is watch the agonizing blur. I can’t move and I feel like I’m glued down behind the couch. I’m trying to scream her name but nothing comes out. She meets my eyes one last time and in that moment the blur clears and I see her eyes filled with fear. She stops screaming and fighting back and she falls silent. She’s gone forever.

I'm lying on the floor of my small room, just woken up by the same nightmare each night, now staring at the ceiling. A cold sweat is present and I get shivers all over my body. It’s a winter morning and the sky is gray resembling exactly how I feel. This is just another day of my fucked up life. I hear him call me from downstairs. By him, I mean an ass hole named Mike who I sadly have to call my stepfather. I don’t even call him my stepfather. He’s Satan himself coming to make my life miserable. I hear him yell again,” KIMBERLY!!!!!” Can I not get any time to just sulk by myself without being bothered by that douche? I sighed and got up to un-barricade my door. I have learned how to do this since I was ten because of him. I will never forget what he did to me no matter how hard I try.

I made my way down the stairs to see an unhappy Mike on the couch with the TV on high. He had 13 empty beer bottles next to him on the coffee table. He didn't look at me when I came down, he just rudely interrogated, "What the hell took you so long? Were you fucking some dude? I know you’re a whore.” His last word stung but I’m used to it now since he has been calling me that for the past 8 years. “I want another beer and you make me a sandwich.” I just rolled my eyes and made my way to the kitchen. I hated him with all I had. I never did anything wrong to deserve this. Shit! There’s no food in here. He probably ate everything yesterday. I slowly walk into the living room and quietly tell him, “There’s no food.”

“What the fuck do you expect me to do? Stop being lazy bitch and go buy some! Be back in 20 minutes or you’re going to get it.”

I quickly ran to the store down the street and got the supplies needed. I ran and I had two minutes to spare but I dropped the bags when I tried to open the door. I pick everything up and when I open the door and he shoots me a look that could kill someone. “You’re late! Flirting with boys I suspect?”

“I dropped the groceries. I’m only a minute late. I was right outside the door when I dropped them trying to open the door.”

I see him get up from the couch and stumble a little but he came over to me. He raises his hand and I feel a sting on my left cheek. I run with the food into the kitchen quickly and run past him. He tried to grab my arm as I ran past but I just snatched it from his grip. I quickly went upstairs hearing him following me. I slammed the door in his face which I shouldn't have done. He opened it and slammed it shut behind him.

He slapped me again and threw me on the floor. “You shouldn’t have done that you fat whore.” He hopped on top of me, pinned me down, and ripped my pants off. The rest was a painful blur again for what seemed like the millionth time. He finally got up and left my room buckling his pants. I just sobbed and lay there feeling used... again. I quickly run to the shower and grab the razor blade. I don’t even hesitate and make the first cut over my many scars on my arms seeing red liquid flow over. I feel relief and it’s like my pains are washing away. The physical pain feels so much better than the mental pain. I had made about four cuts before I finally stopped, dropping in the tub sobbing.

"Why? Why did this have to happen to me? What did I do wrong that caused me to deserve this horrible life?” I spoke angrily to myself. I stayed there for what seems like forever watching my pain flow down the drain. I wrap my arms and put on some clothes. I sat there on the floor with my knees to my chest just thinking. I had cried so much that my eyes hurt and were red and puffy. I couldn’t fall asleep because I don’t want to see her, there in my dreams making me relive that dreadful moment. I look at the clock and its 11 at night. I had expected it to be later.

I need to leave, but how? What if I leave and he finds me? It’ll be worse than before. I don’t have anywhere to go anyway. Oh fuck it! I’m going. I can’t stand another day in this hell hole. I had sweats and a tank top on and I slipped a sweatshirt on and put my sneakers on. I was going to grab my bag but decided not too since I don’t have anything valuable to take with me. I went downstairs and saw Mike passed out on the couch and took it as my opportunity to escape. I heard rustling and stopped in my tracks. I look in his direction and notice that he turned away from me still fast asleep. I grabbed all the money from his wallet which was about 75 pounds, and slipped through the back door so he couldn't hear me. I ran for what seemed like forever. I ran and ran not stopping. I felt a pain in my chest from lack of oxygen but I kept running. I stop at a bus station and wait for it to arrive. As I’m waiting I feel tears falling from my cheeks again because I’m scared. I’m scared that he WILL find me and that he WILL kill me. Well, I guess being dead is better than living through hell. I see bright lights come and wait for the doors to open. I pay a pound and sit down. My eyes were so sore I shut them and fell asleep. I’m not sure where this bus is taking me but anywhere is better than this. I am woken up by an old lady tapping my shoulder. “Deary, did you miss your stop? You were asleep for about an hour.” She asked concerned.

I look out the window and see a bar and bright lights behind it. Perfect. “Um, actually no. My stop is right here. Thank you for waking me or else I would have missed it.”

“No problem at all dear. Now go before he leaves the stop.” She says waving good bye and sending me a kind smile. 

 I walk up the street as I’m looking up at the signs shining bright. I’m in London. I never thought I’d ever come to London. I walk into the bar and I am instantly surrounded by the smell of alcohol and I relax. I take a seat at the bar asked for a shot and took it down quickly not savoring the taste. I had multiple guys trying to make a move in my intoxicated state but one man just wouldn’t stop. He stood behind me and ran his fingers all over me. “Stop! I said stop! Fuck off!” I say intoxicated. I see a blonde figure punch the man causing him to fly to the ground in pain. The blonde figure asked me something but I was too intoxicated to reply. I took another shot that I wasn’t able to finish before. I smiled and felt myself beginning to fall. Everything went black and I passed out.