Masked Emotions (ONE DIRECTION FANFIC)

Chapter 1

chapter 1

It's a normal night like any other and I sat at my Cinderella table coloring Winnie the Pooh, my favorite bear of all time. Mommy has been pacing back and forth for the past couple of hours. I've asked her what's wrong, but she just waves me off with a small smile. After 3 more hours I hear the door start to jiggle, and immediately I bolt out of my chair and run to the door. Low and behold daddy stumbles through the door way. His eyes are all red , unlike his normal blue ones.

"DADDY" I yell clinging to his leg. "Get off of me you little shit." he growled at me. I slowly backed away and began to cry. Daddy has never ever spoken to me like this. Mommy soon put her hand on my shoulder and whispers "Baby, why don't you go back to your coloring." "okay mommy, I love you." I waddled back to my little table and sat down picking up my red crayon again. I was still listening to mommy & daddy's conversation. "Darling, why are you home so late." mommy said. "I was out." daddy's response was slurred. "Where were you?" mommy's voice is getting softer. "Because I was out. Do you need to know everything you over protective bitch!" I soon heard mommy's crying and I ran to the living room again.

In front of me was mommy laying on the floor with her hand over her face, tears coming down her cheeks. I soon felt tears dripping onto my Disneyland shirt. Daddy then stormed up the stairs and I heard things breaking. "MOMMY!" I ran up to her shaking her arm. "Its ok baby, I'm alright." she replied choking over her tears while stroking my face. I then saw daddy coming down the stairs with a large bag. Mommy scrambled to her feet running after him. "Please don't leave." she screamed. "Get away from me. I should've left you after I started seeing other women who could give me much more than you." my mom started to cry even harder. Without another word daddy slammed the front door of the house. Mommy then sank to the floor sobbing.

*end of dream*

I sat up in bed drenched in sweat. That wasn't a dream that was a nightmare. That was the night that Father left us. I refuse to call him dad, daddy, or anything else that you call a loved one. I don't love him, i hate him. Because of him we are poor and living on the streets. And yet even eleven years later that dreams still haunts me.

I turned to my right where my alarm clock was sitting on my broken side table. The time read 4:57. I knew i couldn't go back to sleep. I couldn't afford to go back to sleep and relive that horrible nightmare. "Oh well" i spoke aloud. "Its time to start my day."