Chapter one

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Jase did take care of me. Until he died in a car accident five years ago. Only a year after my mom died. Now it was just me and my dad. Or me. Dad was never around very much. And when he was, I always wished he wasn't. When mom died, dad started drinking. I guess he hadn't learned anything from her about addictions. But whatever.

I sat in my room. School had been hard today. the group if mean girls were chattering about some new boyband id never head of. One Direction or something. I guess one if them found out that I didn't know them, so they targeted me. It wasn't new. The girls hated me. I was Blair Fallon, the seventeen year old girl that had never had a boyfriend or a best friend or any friends really. Why would anyone like me? Even my father hated me. Hell, even I didn't like me.

I heard the door open downstairs. "Blair Fallon!" my father yelled.

Uh-oh. It was way too early for him to be home. What was I in trouble for now? He only talked to me when I was in trouble.

"Yes?" I called.

"Get down here right now!" he shouted.

I slid off my bed and went to him. "yes?" I repeated.

"You got into trouble at school today?" he demanded.

"No." I said honestly.

The clique of girls did for bullying me, but I didn't. I tended to stay out of trouble. But dad always found a reason to yell.

"The principal said Lil and Morgan Crest told their mother you caused trouble today." he said. "And she found me at the bar and told me I should get a hand on you."

At that, he began to undo his belt.

"dad, no. It's not true." I said, backing away. I knew where this was going.

"Blair, you could avoid this punishment if you would just act right." he said.

"Dad, I didn't didn't do anything!" I cried. "I swear."

"DONT LIE TO ME BLAIR!" he shouted.

"Take your shirt off." he ordered.

"Dad, please." begged as he took his clothes off.

"Shirt off, Blair." he said.

I froze. "Take it off or I'll rip it off." he warned.

I slid my shirt off. "Jeans," he ordered. Biting my lip, I edged my jeans down.

"go lie on the table."

I did as I was told as dad picked up his belt. Fighting back tears, I watched him approach me.

"this will eventually teach you a lesson, Blair." he said.

And then he proceeded to beat me.

***

My screams woke the neighbors again, and tonight they called the cops. My father sent me upstairs and I ran into the bathroom while he handled the police.

I dabbed my bloody body with a towel and tried to stop crying. He was an expert at this. I had no doubt he would be free to beat me in the morning.

"It's nothing. My daughter just has bad dreams." I heard him say.

His usual excuse. I wiped the blood off my torso.

"Sir, this is the third call to your house because of screams." a policeman said. "I'm going to need to see your daughter."

"Oh, she's a little shaken up right now. How about tomorrow when she feels better?" Dad said.

"No right now. I'm going upstairs." the cop said.

Then footsteps were coming towards me. I didn't have any clothes on, and my cuts were visible. All I had was a bloody towel.

"Miss Fallon?" the cop called. What could I do?

"Miss Fallon, I'm officer Blake Denman. Could you come out where I could see you? I won't hurt you."

No, but my dad would.

"Are you in the bathroom?" he asked.

Before I could answer, the door opened. I stood there staring, unsure what to do. The officer just looked at me. He didn't shout. Thank God.

"Did your father do this to you, sweetheart?" he whispered.

A few tears slipped and I began to shake. I nodded my head.

"Shh, it's okay. We're going to take care of you." He whispered.

"He's going to be angry." I hiccuped.

"We'll protect you, honey." he said. "Stay here."

I stayed in the bathroom as the officer came down.

"Mark Fallon, you're under arrest for abusing and sexually assaulting your daughter Blair Fallon. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court off law." I heard the cops say.

"BLAIR! YOU BITCH! WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?" my father shouted.

I screamed.

I stayed in the bathroom until Denman came for me.

"Here you go sweetheart," he said, handing me a blanket. "Lets get you taken care of."

(A/n: so this might be weird to some people, but I have decided I want this book to be a little dark. Usually, it's the guy who has a past. So I switched it up. Hope you like it and I'll update soon!)

Ps: I write one other book called Save Her Now a Harry Styles fanfiction. I think it's really good. Also, me and my friend write Finding Fame a Niall Horan/Liam Payne fanfiction. you can find both on wattpadd.

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