Behind Closed Doors (Liam Payne fanfiction)

Chapter 7- Escaping

He smashed the bottle against a small table and it shattered, leaving only the neck of it in his hand. He brought the broken bottle closer and closer to my face. I let out a whimper as he edged ever so close.

'ANSWER ME!!' He spat at me, his drunken breath overwhelming.

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It's been 3 weeks since I moved in with my uncle. Never did I ever imagine it being like this. No wonder none of my family ever talked about him. He was a drunken disgrace.

He raided my bags the day I arrived. Took all my money and sold anything with value. The only things I had left were a few changes of clothes, a family picture and the letter Maisee gave me. A tear slipped down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away.

Each day I'd pray someone would hear my screams. That Niall would come rescue me like he did with that pervert in the alley, but he never did.

I couldn't text him because my uncle sold my phone, spending the cash on alcohol or drugs or some prostitute. I dont even know. Im beyond caring now.

I had lost so much weight. I was just skin and bones. All I'd get would be a bowl of gloopy porridge in the morning and a bowl at night if I was lucky. Some days I'd starve.

My uncle was an alcoholic with a drug addiction too. The house smelled of weed so bad, im surprised I didnt notice the first day I arrived.

His anger was always let out on me. He thrived on seeing me in pain.

Each day I'd get at least one beating. Either I'd say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing, or if he got bored he'd find entertainment in punching the daylight out of me.

To a certain degree I'd gotten used to it. It still hurt like hell but it happened so regularly I was used to it.

*3 months later*

I was slaving over the stove in the kitchen. It was 7:30pm and I knew uncle would be home by eight. If dinner wasn't set out on the table by the time he was home I'd for sure get a beating.

I grabbed a fillet steak out of the fridge and started to pound it with the meat mallet. When it was the right thickness I set it to the side and got some potatoes from the sack in the cupboard. I took a potato peeler from the cutlery drawer and started to peel some potatoes.

Shit I murmured as the blade cut my thumb. I set it down and sucked the blood from the wound. I then rinsed it under the tap and continued cooking.

After peeling and mashing some potatoes I put them in a pot and some peas in another and turned up the gas.

Uncle would be here in a couple minutes so I decided it was time for the steak. I put it in a pan and let it sizzle for a short while on both sides. I knew uncle liked his steak rare.

I heard the front door being unlocked and I quickly put all the contents on a plate and put it on the dining table.

My mouth watered as I looked at the meal. I hadn't had a proper meal in months.

He staggered into the kitchen and sat at the table. He picked up the knife and fork and began cutting into the steak.

'What the fuck is this? You stupid idiot. You don't even know how to cook a fucking steak, you worthless piece of shit!'

he shouted at me.

'W-whats wrong with i-it?' I questioned

'I like my food cooked, not alive' he slurred getting up off of his chair.

I started backing up as he closed the distance between us.

'b-but I thought y-you liked it ra...'

His hand collided with my face cutting of my sentence. I fell the the floor as he kicked my already bruised ribs from his last beating.

  He stopped. He was thinking about something because he had his thinking face on. Wow, it's a rare sight to see him using his brain for once.

'you.' he said.  

'You tried to poison me didn't you? You little bitch.'

I genuinely didn't. But I wish I'd thought of that idea earlier...

He stormed off and opened a drawer. He staggered back over to me and crouched down to my face.

That's when I noticed what he was holding. a knife.

'please no, uncle, im sorry. I didn't mean to' I whispered.

He brought the sharp knife to my thigh. He held it there for little under 10 seconds before he started dragging it down my leg. I screamed out in pain as he dragged the sharp blade slowly and agonizingly down my leg, eventually reaching my ankle. When he stopped I notice the large amount of blood pouring out my leg.

I turned to notice the door was still open from when he staggered in.

This is it.

This is my chance.

It's now or never.

I somehow found the strength in my body to grab the countertop and pull myself up. He looked at me, outraged and brought his has back to my face in an extremely hard slap.

I let the tears run freely as I ran for my life. I ran out the door and into the cold air. My first breath of fresh air in over 3 months. I could hear my uncle yelling at me and shouting threats at me as I kept running.

I could no longer hold in the river of tears I had been holding in. Each stride I took was so painful, but I didn't stop.

I was too busy thinking about everything I had been through that I hadn't noticed where I was running.

I was on the road. Bright headlights getting closer and closer. Everything went in slow motion.

So this is where it all ends? Where I can finally see my family again. I smiled at the thought of leaving the earth for a better place. I no longer ran, I stood in place as everything went in slow motion and the headlights inched ever so close.

A hard impact brought me back to reality. A strong pair of arms wrapped round me and threw me into the pavement, then they lunged towards me to avoid the oncoming car.

A pair of beautiful brown eyes looked at me.

Who was this man?

This person saved me.

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