My UnTruthful Lie ☠ Liam Payne

Chapter Nine (Dirty)

[Flashback]

"Melody! Give me my Barbie back" I yelled at my sister who has taken off with my doll and run outside. I was seven.

"Never!" she yelled. She was ten, alot faster, and alot smarter. The only way I could possibly get it back is if I snitched, or distracted her. I ran to her room. Grabbed her favorite stuffed animal, witch happened to be a giraffe and ran outside to get my doll back.

"Melody! If you don't give me my barbie back I'll drop Georgia the Giraffe in the mud!" I yelled as she ran over and we exchanged our toys back to the original owners. That giraffe was always her biggest weakness and I could always use it against her. 

(five years later)

Melody was fifteen and I was twelve. She taught me how to use some girly things so I would be prepared when the time had come. She was so super sweet and smart. We disagreed at times, but we always made up in the end.

"Okay, now Wrap the wings around the edges." She was giving me instructions.

"Okay! Okay! I got it." I told her frustrated my mother wasn't home when this happened. But it was better than asking my father. He would be so clueless.

"Alright, i get it you don't want to talk about this. But you need to know in order to not bleed through all your shit." she told me clearly frustrated also. I hated it when she cursed around me. I was the goody-goody child and so was she. She just never showed her bad side.

(one year later)

I was helping Melody dye her hair. "You sure you want it this red?" I asked her. She clearly wanted to stand out. 

"Yes, I think it would look better than the brown." Shes right. Brown just doesn't suit her personality like the red would.

When we finished it looked amazing. We took a few selfies witch she put on facebook, and made a YouTube video about it. It was the first one I was in. She introduced me with great compliments as her little hairdresser. Witch i didn't mind. I mean, she has twelve million subscribers. I was super stoked as being introduced as her sister, and hair dresser.  She received lots of compliments like "Your sister did a great job." and "Your little sisters adorable."  That was her most viewed video yet. One hunderd fifteen million views. I loved that. Even though I never really got famous for it, but I didn't really mind. I mean I'm only thirteen.

(Two months later)

January 16th, I was fourteen. It was the first night my father had ever come home drunk. I was alone, with my father. Melody was at video con, and My mother was still at work. He came into my room screaming and yelling at me because the kitchen wasn't clean. "I'm sorry Dad, I was doing homework!" I fired back at him. It was the first time I ever yelled at one of my parents. And i was going to pay. He lifted his right hand and slapped me across my face, as hard as he could. I fell to the floor, cupping my face crying.

"That will teach you how to watch your attitude young lady!" I had never been hit before. It hurt. Bad. I hated this feeling. But i knew there would be more of it to come. "What the hell are you doing still sitting there, you little Ash tray! Get your ass up and clean the kitchen!" He yelled again as i started running into the kitchen to clean. "Now when I get back, this shit better be clean. Or there's more to come you little slut." He told me."And never, ever tell anyone about this. Or I will fucking kill you!" He old me in a harsh tone. Was this the father I grew up with? Was i blind all these years? Or was he changing?

I never told anyone about it. Ever. When people asked about the bruises my father left me night, after night, after night. I lied. I didn't want to die. And I knew my Father wouldn't hesitate to Kill me. He would make it look like suicide. He knew how. He explained it to me how the night he took my virginity. That night. It was worse than all the other nights. He wasn't drunk. He wanted this. He didn't regret it either. He had the day off and as usual my mother and sister were out. I was cleaning the kitchen while my father watched the super bowl, when the team he was rooting for won, he wanted to "celebrate" So he pushed me against the wall, Kissing my neck all over. I hated this. I was fourteen. And i was definitely not ready. "Dad! What are you doing?" I said.  I knew if i yelled everything would be lot worse.

"Doing what no boy will ever want to do to you." He said lifting the hem of my shirt revealing my bra. "Ohh, look at these." he said rubbing my breasts.

"Dad!" I yelled "Stop!" He was angry at me for yelling. and gave me a look. As if he were about to take this to the next level. He pulled down his pants. And whispered "blow me"  into my ear. Ohh no. I should have told. I wiggled out of his grip and headed straight for the door.

"Get back here Ashley! Now!" I kept running but he caught me. Throwing me on the living room couch. Took off my pants, underwear and then my bra. And thrusts in. I cried and cried. The pain, it hurt so bad.

After my father fell asleep right next to me on the couch. I got up from the position he was holding me in. Put on my clothes and a jacket and shoes and Ran, ran all the way to the police station and told them everything, How i was the only one abused and raped. How My father had abused me every night for a whole year. And with the tears flowing they apologized for the rough life I had lived. How i couldn't ever tell anyone. It was four A.M when i finished telling my story. and Six A.M when they arrested him. What was I going to tell my mother And sister? Nothing. I told them How he got arrested for running over a pedestrian while drinking and driving, and how he was sentenced for life.

My mother wasn't as shocked as Melody. Melody was always gone, of coarse she came home every night but I don't think she ever even knew dad started drinking. My mother and sister wanted to show up to the court date, but i told them not to. It wasn't a good idea for them to know I had been lying to them for so long. And if dad ever escaped, he would hurt them too. I was the only one in our family to show up to court. I paid for my own lawyer with babysitting money I had saved up since i was thirteen. I was the only victim. Of coarse i had to go. When I won the case, my father stared and stared at me like I was stupid for snitching. But i wasn't i was smart.

[Two years Later] 

This is the year I finally worked up the courage to go back to school. Mel, helped me through the pain of not having Dad around. Witch was the lie i told them. This was also the year I was bullied. The year I grew scars, and scars one after another. Melody and mom noticed, but only Melody actually said something about them. Encouraged me to not let them get to me. Took me to the orthodontist to get braces. Taught me that nobody's perfect, not even her. Got me to stop cutting right before school ended. Signed my transformation letter to switch schools. She was an amazing sister. And i loved her, more than anything.

[Present day]

"Ashley! Are you even paying attention?!" Liam yelled from across the table. "You havn't spoken a word in an hour. And your food is cold." He told me. Oh my, was I still On my date with Liam? 

"Sorry, Liam. I was thinking about Melody." I told him and he sighed. "She's dead," I told him as he switched booths onto mine and hugged me as I cried into his shoulder.

"Your sister, when I saw her in the pictures, she didn't look familiar. But its come to me. She was that famous Youtuber Huh?" I nod.

Does everyone in the world know her as the famous youtuber? None of them knew the real her like I did. I knew Melody Stella, the girl who was there for me my entire life. The girl I grew up with, The girl who always knew how to make me laugh. The girl who became famous. The girl everybody thought was so gorgeous. The girl where everybody wanted to know her opinions, because she could prove a point. The girl who was, MY sister. They know Melody Stella, the gorgeous Youtuber who gave amazing advise, the girl everybody loved. The most beautiful person anyone ever laid eyes on. The girl who could be herself on camera. But they didn't KNOW her. I did, she was My best friend, Sister, the person I could love more than myself, but nobody understood.

I lost my Sister, just a few hours ago. And who's here for me? Liam. The boy I had met just a few days ago, but he's been her for me through this. And i love him for that. I couldn't repay him enough. This means more to me than anything. I couldn't love him more than I do now.

"Stay Strong." Liam whispered in my ear. Starting to rub my back in circles as I still cried into his shoulder. The bill eventually came, and We paid. Grabbed my mothers To-go box, and left. I had stained cheeks and puffy eyes driving home but i could care less. I had Li, and that's all that matters.

As we got home, my mother thanked us and sat on the couch with a box of tissues, and watched T.V, also crying very loudly.