Chapter 5
Juliette’s Pov
“Mom I’m home! You will not believe what happened to me!” I say as I open the door and find a naked old man laying on my couch.
“Babe, come back here, I want to look more at your wompa wompas.” The old guy screeches, wiggling his… well you know what I mean.
I cover my eyes as I sprint up the stairs to my tiny bedroom. Slamming my door as I hear giggly sounds coming from our living room, through my paper-thin walls. Mom stifles a laugh.
“Your not going anyyy where other than inside me babe.” She says a seductive voice.
Ugh, she is so disgusting, why does she have to do this. Being a slave to strangers at night, and have her best friend, the pole visit her during the day. I’m never going to forgive her for what she is like even when she’s old, crimpling, and a shriveled wart. A mean drunk who leaves scars across my body, and purple bruises across my pale skin- leaving me helpless and scared. I have nobody to care for me, expect Ally. I wish Niall would. All of a sudden I hear loud squeaks coming from our old couch, and moans. I cover my ears with my pillow, and tears stream down my face. I never knew why Dad left us four years ago, I thought he loved me. I still love him, he was the perfect daddy.
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Hearing the front door close, I walk downstairs in time to see my mom putting on her lace bra.
“Hey twerp, what the fuck are you doing, get back to your room!” Mom growls at me as she creeps forward. Her eyes are hollow and dark. I know something bad is going to happen yet again, I’ve gotten accustom to her ways before attacking.
“Oh, sorry nothing, I just got home? I was just hungry for dinner, I didn’t eat anything all day. You wouldn’t give me lunch money remember?” I quickly attempt to reason with her. I can smell the alcohol in her breath as she comes closer.
“You unthankful little shit head, I’m the one who works for this family. I GET TO DECIDE WHERE MY MONEY GOES AND IT’S NOT FOR YOU!”
Tears prick at the inner corner of my eyes, I quickly try to wipe them away, but I’m too late.
“Gonna cry you little turd? Huh?” My mum comes closer and quickly I feel her palm whip across my face. More bruises tomorrow. I’ll have to borrow ally’s waterproof concealer again.
My face stings and the corner of my vision becomes black and fuzzy. Another blows to my face and the fire spreads.
“Mum, I’m I’m sorry, p-p-please stop” My mum takes out her whip from her holster, usually one of her sex props, but when it comes to me, its her gun on the battlefield. I scream out in pain as she raises it again.
The last thing I saw was my mum’s claw raised in front my face.
Niall’s POV
I breathe heavily as I stare at my pale reflection in the bathroom mirror. The bathroom in the museum seams to be caving in on me. She almost saw. She can’t know. She can’t know, no one can know that I’m not real.
A/N
What? Niall isn’t real? WHAAAAA?
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Fanfiction[ON HOLD] Juliette spends her days locked up in her room, deprived from life. Eversince, her dad left, her mom has been a prostitute, bringing strange men to their home at night, trying to earn enough money to ke...
