Teenage Runaways || 5SOS||

Hazel

~~WARNING VIOLENCE~~

I woke back up from another black out.

"She's up," I hear.

"Good. I'll stay here with her. You go to Sage," I heard someone else say.

I opened my eyes and my heart stopped from who was standing in front of me.

"Dad?" I asked

"Well my little girl is up. I think you need to be punished for running away." He said walking towards me.

"No. No. No," I tried to move but I couldn't. I was tied to a chair.

A hand soon came a cross my face.

"Why?" I asked in a hushed voice.

No answer.

"Dad. The other girl is awake," a male said walking in.

Dad? He has another kid. Besides me.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"We will get to that later little girl. Now Oliver make sure Jonah doesn't go near her. If he does then he will hurt her and the baby," my father said.

Oh my god Sage is here. Why did she follow me.

Oliver left the room.

"Now back to you," he said.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to SHUT THE HELL UP so I can talk for once." He yelled bring his hand back and hitting across the face again.

"Are you done talking now?" He asked.

I nodded my head.

"Now. Before your mom and I meet, I had two other kids. Oliver, the one you just saw, and Jonah, Sages ex boyfriend. Your moms brother, Jackson,is her father. So there for you two are cousins. My boys and I became really anger with him for leaving her and her mom cause they were our favorite girls. Be sides you of course. So I let all of my anger out on you after you mother died. Well then you two ran away and that just set off our temper," he explained.

"So I have two other brothers beside Michael?" I asked.

"Yes. But their mothers were just one night stands," he said.

He just didn't care. He never cared.

"I still hate you," I said.

He balled his fist up.

"You still what?"

"You heard me. I STILL FUCKING HATE YOU!" I yelled.

My father hit me again but with his fist at full force.

He has already busted my lip and gave me a black eye. Now my nose is bleeding.

"I will make sure you don't run again." He said and walked out.

"You already have," I whispered.

A tear fell down my face.

He broke me.

The door opened again but this time it wasn't my dad.