Unwanted // one direction fanfic

Chapter 5

We played for hours at the park until something caused us to freeze. "SKYLAR!" A voice yelled, Harper and Skylar looked at each other.

"You think he called because he saw me or do you think if I stay still enough he'll leave?" Skylar asked carefully.

"We'll since he's glaring at you I think that means he saw you." Harper breathed.

"Who?" I turned to look at a older man.

"DADDY!" The twins cheered running over to the fence.

"Hi boys." He smiled, his whole demeanor instantly softening.

"The longer you wait the longer he yells at you Skylar." Harper warned Skylar.

"No you see, that only works with you and him. If he sees me cough he'll kill."

"What do you mean by kill?" I asked nervously. Skylar just ran to the fence and climbed over it. My heart stopped when his face turned into anger as he basically dragged her down the street.

Skylar's POV

"Who was that guy?" Tom spat at me.

"My soon to be step brother." I shrugged.

"What?!" he snapped.

"Horrible feeling isn't it? To know that you're being replaced, that you're an old toy sitting on the shelf, never to be used again-"

"Skylar-"

"It's almost like, the people who should still care for you are the ones that don't. I mean, you were replaced with something new."

"Shut up."

"You're mad because it's the truth and you know it. You did that to me and now the same thing's happening to you-"

"Hey Skylar!" Kozac called, running up to join us. My heart stopped, I didn't know if he was trying to save me or just being a dumbass.

"Who the hell are you?" My dad yelled.

"Kozac sir. I'm your neighbor." He smiled reaching out for a handshake. My dad took it. The word neighbor made him realize he should start faking nice again. "I was actually wondering if I could borrow Skylar for a minute? I need help with something."

"Sure, go right ahead." He smiled, his smile was almost as fake as he was as Kozac led me away.

"You're a lifesaver you know that?" I whispered to him.

"Well after I saw what he did to you last time I wasn't going to let it happen again." He shrugged. He led me up the stair of his house, past his brother watching TV on his couch, and to his room. Where we sat on the floor. "But now you have to spill."

"I think you already know." I breathed.

"But I want to hear it from you." He said softly.

"I grew up with an abusive father." I said, trying not to break into tears, he pulled me into his lap to cuddle against his stomach. "At first us kids just watched him hurt our mom... but then..."

"You can do it." He comforted.

"When I was in first grade... I refused to sing for him and-" that's when I bursted into tears. "he hit me for the very first time. No one knew he abused me until a couple years ago, when the three of us and my mom ran away and started over.... but he never stopped."

"That's why...."

"The cops came multiple times, saying they'd take us away. So we left." He could barely control his anger anymore, but he sat there and put me first, not letting go until all the tears stopped falling, and he promised he wasn't going to do anything. "He takes all of his anger for the four of us out on me."

"You don't deserve this." He breathed.

"But I really do." I breathed, "I really do."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hey Potatos and zombie wattpadians

Thanks to my four readers ;) you sexy things

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