Chosen (One direction fanfiction)

Leaving.

*Hanna's pov*

BOOM. As soon as I saw it I knew that she was gone forever. Forever. Forever is a long time. She wasn't going to see me again. I was never going to see her again. She wasn't going to see me on my wedding day. She wasn't going to see my children. She was never going to say I love you again. I was never going to say I love you back. She was the best mom ever.

It's been 6 months since that day. Since the day my mom was about to pull out when a drunk 19 year old, not even legal drinking age boy hit my poor innocent mother. This kid was going 95 miles per hour and smashed the Side of my moms car and it rolled and rolled and rolled and then stopped. I knew right when she got hit that there was no hope.

I was the only one who saw the crash because I always stood at the front window to wave goodbye to my mom anytime she left to go somewhere.

Usually an 18 year old or any teenage girl does not have a bond like my mom and I used to. My mom and I were like best friends. We told eachother are problems, went shopping, went out to eat, texted, called and hungout with eachother. She was just a laid back person and really down to earth and easy to talk to.

I didn't take her passing away to easy. I cried everyday and shut out everyone. My dad was a wreck. After he heard what happened he went straight to drinking and bars and that's what brings us to present day.

"Hayley get your no good ugly ass down here right now,"my dad yelled calling me the wrong name.....again.

I ran straight down stairs knowing that if I took to long I would get an even worse beating than what I was about to get.

I walked towards my dad. His hair greasy and going in all directions. He was wearing torn up jeans and an ugly stained green shirt. His face had hair on it from not shaving for a few days but he looks better than usual. Maybe my beating won't be as bad. I thought wrong.

SLAP.

My face stung worse than it has ever stung before. My dad slapped me harder than he ever has but, that's not all that happened.

He punched me right in the stomach and I fell to the ground. He took advantage of me being on the the ground and kicked me at least twenty times before I couldn't breath that good and he finally passed out on the floor from all the alcohol he had consumed.

I knew this was my chance to leave for good. I ran into my small bedroom grabbed a suitcase and stuffed all of my clothes in I grabbed my teddy bear Berry that I got when I was a baby from my mom. I know what you are thinking wow an 18 year old acting so childish. Actually no I wasn't because after my mom died my dad burned everything of hers except the picture I hid of her and I, her scrapbook of her and I she gave me and Berry. I put all of the things my mom gave me and everything that wasn't burned of hers and put it in the suitcase.

My mom had a safe only her and I knew about that was under my bed that had 10,000 dollars in that I took with me and a card for her brothers company.

I walked downstairs to see my father wasn't where he was before and I started to panick. I heard footsteps behind me and I swiveled my body towards the direction I heard it and there he was. The man I called my dad holding a knife. He ran at me and tackled me to the ground trying to cut my throat but it was no use. He was half drunk so I had the advantage so I took the knife out of his had and did what I never thought I would do in a million years.

I stabbed him. You are probably saying "oh what a crazy psycho" but it was only in the leg so he couldn't run after me. He fell to the floor and passed out again from the alcohol.

I grabbed my suitcase and ran. I ran for dear life. I ran for my mom. I ran. I knew that she would have wanted me to get out of the house so I did just that.

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It has been two hours. I walked into the city of London about ten minutes ago.

I left my phone at the house so my dad could not track me so I was finding a tollbooth to be able to call my moms brother.

After about ten minutes I finally found one quickly dialed the number on the card after putting in some money. It rang a few times before an overly happy lady answered

"Hello," she spoke.

"Hello I'm looking for Simon Cowell."