Chapter Four

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"Elizabeth!" The sound of his boots charging up the stairs resonated through the entire house.

I snapped myself back into reality, aware I had to do something quick. I shot off my bed, quickly locking the door.

"Zayn, you need to leave." I whispered through the knot in my throat.

"Through where? Price, calm down." He pushed himself to his feet, placing his hand on my arm, trying to calm me.

"No, please, back through the window, please."

"Ellie!" My doorknob shook, revealing my father was trying to get in.

"Go!" I hurried him to the window, helping him climb back out.

"I'll see you later?"

"Shut up, and go!" I hissed, shutting the window after him.

"Unlock the door, Ellie!" His loud, haggard voice carried through the cracks of the wooden door frame.

"I'm coming, daddy!" I bolted for the door, unlocking it immediately. It swung open, my father promptly searching my room.

"Where is he?" He continued to look, basically ripping my room apart.

"Who? No one's here." I lied, trying to keep my breathing calm.

"There's a car out front." He pivoted towards me, standing only inches away.

I coughed, the smell of alcohol choking me, "I wasn't aware of any cars. I took the bus home."

"You're lying."

"I promise you, I'm telling the truth." My eyes dropped to the floor, preparing myself for a beating.

"You promise?" He towered above me, purposely trying to intimidate me.

"I-I promise." My voice broke, my words barely audible. The room fell silent, my father's muscles relaxing.

"I'm sorry, I just-" He was interrupted by the booming engine of Zayn's car. I quickly scrunched my eyes shut, before feeling a hard sting to the side of my face. My legs gave out and I dropped to the floor, my face burning.

"Lying bitch!" He snapped, kicking me hard in the stomach, causing the bottle of Vicodin to drop from my pocket onto the floor.

"A thief, too?!" He kicked me again, harder this time. I coughed, bursting into tears as the pain finally set in. He knelt down, swiping the pills, holding them directly in front of my face.

"These are mine, you useless bitch! Understand?" I nodded, unable to talk from all of the tears.

"Understand?!" He slapped me hard across the face again, unhappy with my answer.

"Yes- yes! I understand!" I screamed, cupping my hands over my face, bringing my knees to my chest.

"Good!" He stood again, sounding out of breath, "I hope you like being locked in your room, because I doubt this will be the last time." He spat on me, then stormed out of the room, slamming the door forcefully behind him, shaking the walls.

I laid in the fetal position for almost an hour, trying my best to comfort myself, but I couldn't. My chest developed a tight, burning sensation, making it almost impossible to breathe, and my face was itchy from tears. I pulled myself up into a sitting position, my back leaned against my bed. I shook intensely, though I was far from cold.

"Mom.." My voice broke. "Mommy..." I sniffled hard, whipping my nose with my sleeve.

"I miss you mommy..." I admitted, resting my head on my knees, beginning to cry again.

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