The Student Teacher ><><>< A Louis Fanfic

Chapter 6: Overcame

Hayley's P.O.V.

I practically danced to my car. I couldn't stop smiling. What Louis and I did was different than I expected. There was a special spark that I've never had with anyone else before. Of course I knew we could never be together. But I could still think of him. And dream about him. Damn I was lovestruck.

Although I was practically walking on air I felt that there was something I was forgetting. Something extremely important. It drove me insane. But of course I still kept a smile spread across my face as I drove through my neighborhood. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I frowned knowing that I would never see him again. I was expelled and I didn't have his number.

I slowly drove my car up the driveway, not wanting to ruin this giddy feeling. Hy hand grasped the cold metal door handle, hopping out if the car. I pretty much danced through the door, but I stopped when I saw my dad in the living room.

"Why did you get expelled?" he said with no emotion in his eyes.

I stayed quiet and changed my glance to the floor. "Why?" he said more angry this time

"I hit a girl until she bled" I said softly and fearful.

"Do you know how much I pay for you to go to school?!" he started yelling and he walked over to where I was standing. "I pay $30,000 for your school and you just throw it away?!" his face was turning red with anger. He was close enough for me to smell his breath. No alcohol. Oh my god. He wasn't drunk. This was actually him doing this. And he'll remember it.

I started crying now, feeling the tears stream down my face. "Don't cry." he spat at me. He grabbed my shoulders and started shaking me violently. "I never wanted you! Your mother never wanted you! Your brother hated you!" I felt a burning sensation on my face and a new bruise forming. But this time he didn't stop. He hit me again, harder this time. "Dad, stop!" I cried out between sobs. He shoved me to the floor and instead of slapping me, he threw punches. He stopped for a quick second to look at my face. "I'll be back. If you move an inch while I'm gone I'll make you wish you were dead you whore."

It was short minutes before he was back. There was something he was holding but I couldn't make out what it was. "Hold still" he grumbled and I did as I was told. He revealed the object as a knife. He again threw me to the floor so that my back was facing him. He ripped the back of my shirt open. My back was completely exposed. I felt a terrible pain on my lower back which I then realized was the knife digging into my skin. It was unbareable, but I couldn't move. He was holding me down. He flinched his arm, making just enough movement for my pick up my leg and kick him in the crotch. He stayed there on the floor, and I quickly got to my feet and bolted to my brothers old room. We still kept everything after his death. My eyes darted everywhere on the walls until I found his baseball bat. I grabbed it out of its prize case, a sudden sense of courage pulsing through my veins. I slowly walked to where my dad was kneeling on the ground. He noticed me immediately and spat out "You bitch". He slowly got up to his feet. He looked like he was in a lot of pain after my kick. But after all he did to me I didn't give a fuck.

I swung the bat as hard as I could, hoping my first hit would make him unconscious. He fell backwards, but he was still awake. I hit him again, harder this time, ang nailing him right on the head. He collapsed, and I knew I knocked him out. I quickly grabbed the handcuffs my brother used for the talent show a few years ago before he died. I handcuffed his hands behind back and scrambled for a phone. I dialed 911 as fast as I could.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"My father attacked me and beat me. I need a policeman."

"We'll have services to your location right away."

"Thank you."

I hung up the phone and felt a sense of relief flood over me. I had finally done it. I got my dad arrested.

When the police came I showed them my bruises and the new scar on my back. It turns out he was carving the word "whore" into my skin. They shoved my dad into their cruiser, and I fought a smile. Since I was an emancipated teen, and I had enough credits to graduate, I could stay at my house and not switch schools. The government was paying for my bills because I was to young to go to college.

I was finally done being put through a of this shit. I was done. I was finally done.