Some scars don't heal || m.c

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Song of the Chapter- All of me by John Legend

*TAYLOR'S POV*

"Hey we're taking on the world
I'll take you where you wanna go
Pick you up if you fall to pieces
Let me be the one to save you
Break the plans we had before
Let's be unpredictable
Pick you up if you fall to pieces
Let me be the one to save you"

I jerk awake with a gasp as a sharp slap hits my face; I flinch back into the pillow to see my dad looming over me where he stands in my bedroom. He leans close into my face and yanks my headphones out of my ears, where the music was still playing softly.

"Get up you lazy piece of nothing, I've been calling you for 5 minutes already!" He shouts at me as I cower back into the sheets like the little coward I am.

He spins swiftly on his heel and storms out of the room, fliging the door shut after him as he leaves. I breathe a sigh of relief and bring my hand up to rub my cheeck where he slapped me. Ouch. That's gonna leave a mark alright.

I groan as I get out of bed; the bruises from yesterday still haven't healed. I reach down and get my headphones from where they lie on my pillow. Pulling them towards me, I press pause on my phone with a feeling of disapointment. I had been listening to my all-time favourite band, 5 Seconds of Summer, as I slept; an attempt to keep the nightmares away.

The sun flooding through the window reflected off of the mirror, momentarily blinding me until I moved the mirror to peer into it. Sure enough, there was a bright red handprint on my cheek with the obvious signs of a future bruise. I grab the concealer from the desk and use it to cover the redness on my cheek along with the dark shadows under my eyes from lack of sleep. I add a flick of mascara to my lashes and head to my wardrobe.

Picking an outfit is always hard for me; covering the bruises wherever they happen to be, whilst making sure the cuts on my thighs were concealed as well. Sorting through the clothes hanging up, I pulled out black skinny jeans and a white Rolling Stones tank top along with white Vans. I laughed into the mirror as I realised how much like Michael Clifford I looked. Oh well, I didn't mind that; he was my idol so looking like him wasn't exactly a bad thing.

I took a deep breath, shoved my phone in my pocket and headed out of the door to go downstairs. To face him.

Reaching the top of the stairs, I decided to take my shoes off; in the hope of annoying him less. I padded down the carpeted stairs in my socks, holding my Vans in my hand and walked into the kitchen to get some cereal. The door opens as I reach for the box and I turn to see my mum walking in softly. She comes to me and hugs me tightly as soon as she sees the mark barely visable on my cheek.

"Oh honey, did he do it again?" Worry seeps into her tone as she strokes my cheek softly.

"Yeah.." I sigh sadly like the pathetic thing I am.
"I don't even know why this time though. He just told me to get up and slapped me to wake me."

"He's just upset love. I promise he'll be better soon." She says, trying to sooth me. The only problem is, he's been 'upset' for 2 years now and he doesn't seem to be getting better anytime soon.

She smooths my hair down and walks out of the kitchen, leaving me behind. I roll my eyes at her indifference before reaching to get my food.

••••••••

My dad storms into my room; a look of disgust on his face as he stares at me.

What's he doing in here?

"Your mum and I are going out. I want the house clean and perfect by the time we get back. Every spot of dirt I see I will double on your worthless hide."

With that, he spins around and storms back out, the door shivering where he slammed it against the wooden frame.

A sigh escapes my mouth as I hear the front door bang and the car start off of the drive. They're gone. I put my phone into it's docking station downstairs and blast 5SOS from it as loud as it will go, with noone here to hit me when I do.

The cleanig stuff is in the cupoard under the stairs and I make my way there to grab it, humming along to Unpredictable as I do so. Just as I'm grabbing the mop, my phone starts to ping loudly. My Twitter notifications are blowing up as I get nearer to it.

All across the screen are people tweeting about 5SOS' latest follow spree. I grab my phone and unlock it to open Twitter. As I do I notice a notification of a new follower. I click on that and nearly faint.

"New Follower: Michael5SOS" it reads...