The Broken Girl {Niall Horan}

Chapter 1

~Rachel's POV~

Today was the day. I can't take this anymore. I was leaving. Austin wasn't home yet and it was the perfect time to leave.

I laid my plane ticket to London and my suit cases at the bedroom door. I looked around the room to see if I was missing anything.

The once beautiful room, now only holds awful memories. I rememebred the first night Austin and I moved in. Everything was perfect. We were engaged. I loved him. He was all I needed. I felt like my life was finally in place and on the right track. Yeah, I was young,19, and he was 23, but I needed him. I loved him. Nothing can stop love, right?

That was until he snapped. Something snapped in him and I have lost the man I loved. I fear the man I loved.

I shook my head to rid my mind of the awful nights. I remembered that I left the picture of my family and I on the dresser.

I quickly went to grab the picture. This was the only thing I had of them. Tears filled my eyes, threatening to fall, but I blinked them away. It has been 3 years since I lost my family. My mom, dad, and sister were my everything.

After I lost them in a horrific car accident, I was never the same, until I met Austin. He showed me how to be happy again. He gave me butterflies when we touched. He was my life. Now, he is the reason why I don't even want to live. I can't take him anymore.

I wiped away my tears, wincing in pain as I ran my fingers over my bruised cheek bone. I forgot to cover it up with make up. I quickly set down my picture in my purse and dashed to the bathroom.

I lightly ran cover up over the bruise. It hurt incredibly bad. As I looked in the mirror, memories of last night flooded my mind.

"Can I get you anything else?" I asked Austin politely, trying to stay on his good side today.

"Nope. Dinner was good. Thanks babe" I cringed at his use of words. I hated it when he called me babe.

I shuffled into the kitchen, washed the dishes and cleaned up before heading to the bedroom. I quickly changed into a t-shirt and shorts and hopped into bed. The quicker I can go to sleep, the less chance I have of making him mad.

I shot straight up out of bed when I remembered I forgot the clothes in the dryer.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I ran to get them out when I saw Austin standing against the couch with his arms crossed and the clothes next to him.

"I go to work everyday. I pay the bills. I do everything, and you can't even do a simple job that is the laundry." He laughed. I knew what was coming and I was already shaking.

"What am I going to do with you? When will you learn Rachel?" He questioned me. I couldn't speak. I was so scared. I had been able to avoid a beating for a while, I just had to mess up.

"You are such a fuck up! If I wasn't for me, you would be no where! I helped you through everything! And this is how you repay me!? You're a worthless piece of shit! Such a waste of space!" His voice boomed around the house causing me to flinch and take a step back.

"I...I...I'm sorry..I didn't me-" He cut me off, yelling yet again.

"Oh shut up bitch. I don't need excuses!" We stared each other down. I knew he was going to come after me any minute. I made the biggest mistake of my life. I ran.

I turned around and ran from him. My shaking legs carried my down the hallway and almost to the bedroom when my hair was yanked from behind. I flew backwards landing on my hip and my head smacking the hardwood floor.

Tears raced down my cheeks as he bent down to my level.

"You are worthless." He raised his hand, connecting it with my face. I screamed in pain, grabbing my cheek. He got up and walked away, but not before kicking me in the ribs.

I can't take this. I have to leave.

I snapped back to reality when I heard Austin laugh.

He is home. He wasn't suppose to be home until nine. It's only 7. I opened the bathroom door to find him siting on the edge of the bed, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Wha-what um...what are you doing home so early?" I asked looking around the room, trying to find ways to get out.

"I came home so I could take you out to dinner tonight, but it looks like you had other plans." His blue eyes met mine and I instantly tensed up.

"Are...are you leaving me?" He half laughed. I didn't answer.

"ANSWER ME!" He yelled, causing me to jump.

"The only way you leave me, is if you're dead." He stated looking me in the eyes again.

That's when I saw it. He is really going to kill me. I looked over at the doorway, then back at him.

I knew if I didn't get out, I was dead. We only lived a few blocks from the nearest airport so I could run there.

'Stop thinking and go!' I told myself.

I did just that. I ran as fast as my legs could go and grabbed the ticket and my purse. I left my suitcase because I had a secret stash of money so I could buy new ones.

I was almost to the door when I heard his foot steps get closer and closer. my heart was beating out of my chest.

He grabbed my purse, causing it to slip off my shoulder and fall to the ground. I heard glass shatter and that's when I realized he has broken my picture. My only picture with my family. I froze and spun around to see him staring at the shattered glass.

"Look at the mess you have made Rachel." He said, venom dripping in his voice.

I looked up at him wide eyed, knowing if I didn't get out soon, I was dead. I gripped a piece if glass in my hand as he stomped over to me, and I jabbed it in his leg. He grabbed my wrist, but I yanked it away.

He yelped in pain and I took off again, running out of the house and down the street. This was all I could do.

Run.