Saved? (Niall horan)

Julianne's POV

"Please....not again..." I begged my dad. I don't know why I beg him to stop...I know the hits are going to come back harder "awh does little Julie want her mommy?!" He said stumbling towards me. I flinched. He pushed me on the floor. "TOO BAD YOU MOM IS DEAD!" He spat. I couldn't cry...it would show him what he wants to see. I closed my eyes as I felt a sting in my left cheek. I gritted my teeth through the pain. "Thanks I need that pity!" I said and tried to get up but ended up Stumbling backwards and falling on the floor again. "Oh. I see you're exactly like your mom. A worthless selfish brat!" He said then kicked me in the stomach. He punched me in the face a couple times and I blacked out.

I woke up on the floor, my shirt had a lot of blood spots on it. "Ugh." I said to myself. I think my dad went to go get drunk, again. I'm too weak I can't even get up. I built up enough strength to get up. I dragged myself to my room. You think I would run but I never have the strength.....or courage.

I changed my shirt and pants. I could barely slip them on, it hurts way too much. "Maybe one day Julie....just one day we can make it out!" My inner subconscious says "yeah yeah whatever. We would've been out of here!" I remind her and she automatically shuts up. I sit on the floor thinking of a way to get out of here.

"I GOT IT!" I say to myself after 15 minutes of thinking. I jump to my feet. Well now my body decides to work doesn't it?! I grab what I need which is my clothes passport keys journal and money. My dad hides money he thinks I don't know about. I stuffed it all into one bag. Then I heard the front door click open. SHIT! I try to mentally prepare for what's next. Then chills run down my spine from a strange breeze behind me. The window. YES. The footsteps got closer. My body wouldn't budge. He was turning the corner. I finally got my body to move. I fumbled with the window then I slid it open. I climbed out and then slammed it shut. The last thing I saw was his face. And I was hoping that was the last thing I see. I jumped off the roof and into the grass. I heard footsteps rushing downstairs from inside the house. I ran across the street and hid behind a black car. I crossed my legs, sort of they were still sore. I ducked my head and crossed my fingers. I heard the front door slam open from across the street. I felt something hit me but I didn't know what it was....I collapsed and I couldn't move. Everything went black. After that I didn't know what was going on.

How long has it been that I've been like this for?! My eyes won't budge and my head is pounding. My whole body feels cold. My eyes finally opened after about 45 minutes of being that way. I was home again. I looked at my reflection in the mirror across from me. I have a bruise on my forehead, and cut on my lip,a bump on my head and a cut going down my cheek. I was still wearing my clothes but I was freezing cold

"Did little Julie think I wouldn't notice you're gone?!" My 'dad' laughs and I can smell alcohol on him "well that'll never happen......" He added and smiled a crooked smile. I should've known. He's done this before. "Oh it will. You just wait and see." I mumbled. In that very moment I doubted my own words. But I'm not that person that defines themselves. No one can define another person. Not even yourself. But I hope the words I said turn out the way I plan them to.

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{A/N I know I've made waaaay to much fan-fictions then ended up deleting them but this one is probably the one I'm going to keep. I hope you liked it. Remember to vote, read, and comment! xx}