Midnight Memories (One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 13

A/N I’m so sorry I have not updated in like a month or two! But I have had so much going on. I just can’t concentrate on anything, I’m getting really behind on my school work as well. My life has been pretty hard this last month, but I’m so, so, so, sorry that I haven’t updated. Yeah, ok, byeee. :D

I woke in a different room. I turned around and saw Niall. He was fast asleep. His hair was sprawled all over the pillow and his arm was around my waist. I managed to get out of his grip and I walked downstairs. I checked the time. It was 5:03 in the morning; so no one should be up now. I looked in the fridge and picked up a strawberry yoghurt and an apple.

I went and sat down on the sofa and found a pen and some paper.

To Niall

Thank you so much for letting me stay here for the night, it was so nice to actually get to sleep, rather then tossing and turning in bed waiting for father to come in and hurt me.

I don’t know why I told you those things yesterday. I really need to get home otherwise father will notice I am gone.

Thank you so much.

Love Elizabeth x

‘That will have to do’, I thought. Father has probably already noticed my absence and is standing by the front door with a blade in his hand and rage and anger filling his eyes.

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I was right. As I knocked on the door, I could already smell the disgusting familiar stench of alcohol. The door opened and something grabbed me by the neck and dragged my inside. The thing; was in fact my father.

His face was screwed up in a way that only describes hatred to me and ONLY me. Why I have no idea. I have no idea what I did to him. I have no idea what I did to make him look with such disgust. I don’t know what I did wrong.

His eyes were filled with pure fury, I didn’t think any more could fit. But I thought wrong. He saw the small drip of yoghurt on my mouth, that’s what set him off.

“WHY THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN EATING?!” I shrunk back into the corner as the palm of his hand came in to contact with cheek. The stinging sensation was filling my whole face. The slap was soon followed by brutal kick to the stomach. Continuous punches followed.

Then he went away. I hope he had had enough of hurting me. But I knew that was to goo to be true. He came back with a knife. He bent down to my level and yanked my arm. He gripped the knife and carved a bright line up my arm, which was soon spilling over with a red, crimson liquid I knew to well. Blood.

The pain shot up my arm making me squirm. He still had a tight grip on my arm as well as me. His hand grabbed my hair and pulled me upstairs and locked the door, probably so the neighbours don’t here me scream and cry out in pain. A throbbing cursed through my head as I realised that I and just been kicked and was now lying on the floor with blood soaking the crème carpet.

I couldn’t take any more pain. I knew that because I could feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. My eyes were shut and my body was limp, I was asleep. The last thought to run through my mind was, ‘I don’t want to wake up’.