Belladonna's pov
I stood in front of my closet door shaking as I tried to find clothes. My legs were sore from where my father had recently raped me. Tears blurred my vision as I grabbed a stitch crop top and blue and white shorts. I was gonna go to my friend's house when my father suddenly kicked my door in. I shrieked as I saw the weapon in his hand, a 45 caliber gun. He stepped towards me. i backed against the wall whimpering. I screamed in agony as he shot me In the stomach. I fell to the floor my back against the wall. I held my stomach as it bled heavily. The pain was unbearable.
"Bye bye slut" my father sneered and turned on his heels and walks away. I felt myself getting weaker and weaker. Blood pooled around me as I fought to breath. The pain was agonizing pain. I never felt nor wanted to feel this pain in my life. As I felt my heart start to stop beating I heard something. I heard my name. The last thing I see is my best friend zayn Malik running to me.
