Heavenly Mistake

Chapter One

So here it is! Chapter One. Meet the beautiful Ross Lyka Finley. Portrayed by Ella Purnell. Enjoy reading. xx

CHAPTER ONE

ROSS FINLEY

"Yep. Thank you, Cindy." I uttered before hanging up. My mouth draw to a thin line as I glanced at myself at the mirror. I stared into my deep blue eyes which all of my emotions hidden behind it. I blinked hard, scanning my freckled face. I flinched as I heard a loud 'bang!' from downstairs. It must've been my Dad who's drunk this early. He had been like that since my Mom left us with a man. "Ross! Get your lazy ass down here!" He yelled.

Again?!

I stomped my head over my pillow and let out an exasperated sigh, closing my eyes in horror. And then, there it all flashed. Way back six years from now.

"Mommy!" I cried as the tears brewed my eyes. I ran towards her but Daddy held me back. "Get lost, Carol. We didn't need you here." My Dad slurred, averting his gaze from Mommy. I stared at Daddy, his jaw was clenched and his mouth into a thin line, his body stiffened. Then, I diverted to Mommy whose eyes are emotionless and a crooked smile plastered on her face. My lashes fluttering as I watched my Mom headed to the door... away from us.

I heaved a sigh, blinking the tears that had threatened my eyes. I groaned loudly as I sat up, yanking on my own feet. I shivered as the air touches my warm skin. I glanced at the open window...

It's been a long time, Mom.

I can't stop blaming Carol to all she had done. She is the root of this. She is the reason why I was suffering. She left me with a pure hell hole inside my chest. I sneered as I headed towards the bathroom. I stripped down all my clothes and hopped in the shower. I leaned against the tiled wall, hugging myself and let the warm water pour across my skin. Afterwards, I walked back to my room, decided to wear a denim jeans and a baggy gray shirt paired with my ankle length converse. I clicked my tongue as I glanced at myself reflecting through the body length mirror. I heaved a sigh, raking my fingers through my brown hair. I looked like Carol.

My most torturous way of living as a human.

I walked downstairs aimlessly, gripping the strap of my bag. I shook my head sideways when I spotted my Dad stumbling. "Carol!" He slurred with an accusing finger pointing at me, his eyes squinted. He rammed towards me and threw a hard punch on my stomach. I fell down on my knees then bit my bottom lip. Tears verging my eyes and I inhaled sharply to hold it back. "D-Dad." I choked out, he tugged my hair, pulling it back. "Don't call me Dad! I didn't have a child from Carol." He said bluntly. He let go off of me then he ran his fingers through his gray-ish hair. I whimpered, holding my tummy as I curled into a ball. Damn! It hurts like hell! And I felt like tearing back to my room, pulling the covers over my head. His clenched fist were still audible, smashing my stomach. I stood up, stumbling a bit but then I kept my balance. I inhaled heavily and mumbled a "hmm" sound. I walked briskly towards my truck then threw my bag at the passenger seat and moves swiftly, hopped in the driver's seat. I stared blankly at the empty road, tears streaming like a tidal waves. The blood in my chest swells, and, with hot threatening shoots to the pit of my stomach. Since my mother left us, my Dad turned into someone that he's not... a marvelous monster. He kept on beating the hell out of me, bashing me words like you're pathetic blah blah. And I think the supposed to be father-daughter-relationship turned into I so do not want it would be, which was really unbelievable. I cursed under my breath, hitting the radio button and maneuvered my truck across the streets. I traveled for what it seemed like twenty minutes, yeah, that's how far New London High is. I hopped out from my truck, stomping onto the ground. I took a deep breath then grabbed my bag. "Nice truck!" Jade exclaims, more like in an insulting voice. She looked at me with a disgust and I gave her a 'oh shut it, rotten bitch' look. She rolled her eyes and whispered something possibly about me to her minions. They let out a girlish giggles as Jade gave me a winning grin, blowing me a kiss. "Ew." I mouthed. Jade Lincoln, the queen bee of NLH. I can't further deny that she was my ex bestfriend. She's been hanging out with me since fifth grade but when we turned into freshman year, she stopped communicating with me because she's way better than me. She can have the oh so awesome spotlight and be popular. Oh screw you bitch. I shook my head in disapproval and walked towards the hall with my eyes glued on the floor. I took my books from my locker and slammed it shut, making a 'ram!' sound. I gasped as a hand grope my bum. "What the actual fuck?" I growled then faced him. My eyes widened as I saw the figure standing in front of me, holding my breath. Niall James Freaking Gallagher Horan. I gulped hard, recollecting myself. Why does he have to be outrageously hot? Oh come on! He's a jerk. Calm down, Ross. "Horan." I murmured then hissed. "Hi Lyka. Missed me?" He asked, leaning in closer. My breath hitched as he exhales, his warm breath touching my cold flesh. I blinked multiple times and licked my lips, processing myself. "D-Don't..." I trailed off. Damn those blue eyes! Stop staring at me, dickhead. Please, stop. "Oh. You're blushing. How cute." He said, scowling. Come on, Ross! Think! Speak! "You're so full of it, Horan. And don't you dare to call me Lyka! It's Ross. R-O-S-S. Not Lyka." I declared, scowling. "Sorry to hear that, Miss Finley. As I far as I know, your whole name was..." He trailed off, rubbing his thumb at my ID. "Ross Lyka Finley." He said in a matter-fact-tone. Way to go, Ross. He molested you. So punch the hell out of him! He leaned even closer that our faces were only in few inches away, blue to blue eyes. I closed my eyes tightly, lips quivering. He---He's gonna kiss me! "Boo." He blew to my face. I opened my one eye, my brows furrowed. I saw an audible smirk plastered on his face. He let out a hysterical laugh while, I, staring at him, my fingers raking through my hair in frustration. "You really think I'm going--" I cut him off as my palm landed on his cheek, leaving a reddened handprint. "Do you really think that I like you? Oh come on, from earth to hell, Horan! Never." I whisper-shouted. "Do you really think that I like you? Oh come on, from earth to hell, Finley. Never." He scoffed, looking at me fiercely. He straightened up, shoving his hands in his pockets. "See you later, Lyka." He said, waving his hand. My hands clenched into tight balls, nails digging my palms. I stared intently at his retreating figure. Why am I so mad that he didn't like me?! Do I really like him? My blood starts to boil at the sudden thought. No. No. No. Never!

Screw you for making me like this, Niall.

End of chapter one. xx

Did you guys like it? :) Sorry if it's kinda short. (well really) So I just want to clear things out, this is the first book of our Direction Twisted Series. Yep. OUR. It has five books that my friends and I are working out. And mine was the first one. Okayyyy. That'll be all for now. xx

-Clary. xoxo