My eyes filled up with tears. My left cheek stung and felt burning hot. I heard him screaming at me but I felt fuzzy. I slowly lowered myself to the floor. The tears were streaming down my face at this point.
"I'm talking to you, you little slut!" He screamed. He tried to kick me but a big force pushed him to the ground. It was my brother.
My eyesight was foggy due to the tears that were still flowing down my cheeks. I saw Jason kicking our father senseless. He was lying on the floor like a helpless puppy, putting his hands over his head, trying to defend himself. I didn't feel one bit of pity. His drunk self deserved this.
"You Okay?" Jason asked looking at me with his concerned face after he was done with him. I didn't say anything. Instead of asking again he pulled me into a tight hug. I immediately hugged him back, holding him tightly. Never wanting to let go.
"We're gonna get outta here, I promise." I heard his voice crack, which made me hug him even more tight, if that was possible. I peeked over his shoulder to see our father laying lifeless on the floor, with blood slowly escaping his mouth and the back of his head.
"Is he d-dead?" I stumbled across my words.
"Don't worry about him." He grabbed my face making me look at him.
"I'm gonna get us outta here, okay, I promise." He looked hopeful in my teary eyes. I gave him a small smile but it didn't reach my eyes.
I hope he is right...
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His name is Zayn | Zayn Malik
FanfictionWhen Leila and her brother, Jason, flee from their drunk and abusive dad, they face some serious obstacles. Gangs, violence, romance and betrayal. WARNING! This story contains strong language, sexual content and drug/alcohol use. DO NOT copy without...
