Midnight Memories (One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 2

*flashback started*

The first time I did it, was 3 weeks after father and my mum had the divorce. My father came home completely and utterly drunk!

"Elizabeth!" My father voice echoed through th empty building.

"Get down here now!" He screamed. He sounded angry, but I went down anyway. As soon as I got down the stairs I regretted it. I was sent to the floor by a hand slamming against my face. I was trying to hold back tears as his hand once again smashed down on my face, leaving a rather ready hand print on my cheek. I could tell there was going to be a bruise there from the throbbing pain being sent around my face. I clutched my face in pain, when at that moment the pain stated somewhere else. I looked at my stomach to see that my top was red. I lifted it up and saw a large cut on my stomach. My eyes were torn away from the cut and onto my father who had anger and rage in his eyes. His foot and fist came in contact with the wound making it bigger.

I was lying on the floor almost unconscious. When I heard a zip and felt my jeans being yanked down to my ankles by a person I used to call 'dad'. Once he got my jeans off, he started to take off his. His were off and now thrown over the sofa. NO, this can't be happening. He held me down and forced himself into me! The pain was unbearable. I was kicking and punching wherever I could. Most of the times I missed, but the last punch got him right in the stomach!

I managed to get away from his tight grasp while he was doubles over in pain at the bottom of the stairs. I sprinted upstairs and into my room. As soon as I got in, I locked the door. I collapsed on the edge of my bed trying to process what has just happened. I just for abused and r-raped by my own father! It hurts so much to move. I got a sudden urge to throw up. I rushed to the toilet in my en-suite and emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl.

Once everything was out I leant against the cold, white tiles on the wall. I shut my eyes and put my head in my hands. I looked up and my eyes fixed on the on the shining metal in the shower rack. I grabbed it and twirled it around my fingers. I lifted up my bloody shirt and found a piece of skin that wasn't already broken and bruised. I got the blade and slid the cool metal across my stomach.

I ended up 7 fresh cuts to add to the collection that father made.

*flashback ended*