Tough Love (BMTH&BVB FanFiction)

Chapter one: A dirty secret

~Ally's POV~

"For God sake! Ally tell me what's going on!" Oli demanded, growing more and more frustrated.

"There's nothing to tell, Oli! Just leave it!" I bellowed, I was desperate for him to stop asking, he couldn't know. No one could know. Not now, not ever.

"Oh, it's nothing? Well i guess the cuts on your wrists and thighs and the bruises all over your body is just nothing, okay then. Are you seriously fucking telling me that's nothing?! I'm not stupid, what the fuck is going on, Ally!" He shouted, I saw the anger in his eyes and that was it. I had no intenttion of telling anyone, but now I had no choice. He was my only friend, I hated to see him angry at me.

"Fine. The bruises? Dad beats me, a fucking lot! The cuts? I hurt myself every given chance because you left, you promised to always he there for me and you fucking left me, Oli! I have no one and I'm too fragile to cope with this. Don't you see, I'm breaking inside and the only way to show myself the pain inside is real, is doing this. I never told anyone because no one will believe me when I say I'm losing the will to live, including you!" I shouted as I tried desperately to fight back my tears. I failed. I began to bawl my eyes out. I was being so dramatic, I completely regretted every single word that had just escaped my lips. Oli said nothing, I assumed he hated me now, not that I could blame him. I was crazy. To my surprise, he just pulled me into his chest and held me tightly, this was the first time I had been hugged by anyone in such a long time and honestly, it's just what I needed. I Clutched at his shirt which was now dripping wet with my tears.

"Shhh, it's all okay Ally. I'm here now, it's all over. I'm so sorry I left you sweetheart, I never meant to hurt you, never. If I had known.. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again, I promise. From the bottom of my heart, I promise."he whispered as he stroked my hair. His voice was soothing, my tears had soon stopped falling but the heavy breathing continued.

"It's not over though, Oli. I'm only fifteen so I can't live alone, I have no friends that can take me in and I don't want to live in a care home. I have to stay here." I sighed, taking a deep breath as I felt myself choking up again.

"There is no way you are staying here, Ally. You're coming with me." At first I thought he was joking, yet he seemed deadly serious.

"Oli, I can't. You live most of your life on a tour bus. I can't do that. And just think about what your band would say. Your career comes first and me moving into the tour bus could mess that up." I replied, I wanted to hug him and tell him I would love to but his career was just too important. I couldn't imagine how his fans would react to this, but I couldn't seem to shake the idea that they would hate me.

"Ally, the bruises and scars on your body are enough for me to put that aside. If I told my band I'm sure they would understand. If not, I will make them understand. I will tell them tonight, you stay home for the night and pack your things. I will come get you first thing tomorrow." He replied. I just smiled, I was relieved to say the least. I would no longer have to suffer the immense pain inflicted on me by the man I called Dad, and the pain I had used as an antidote to his cruelty for such a long time.

"Thank you so much, Oli. I love you." I whispered as I hugged him tightly for a second time. He had left, yes. But he was back, back to save me. I smiled faintly to myself because for once, just once, I saw light in the darkness.

"Hey, do you know what's good about this?" Oli asked with a smirk on his face. I glanced up to face him.

"What?" I questioned him, I knew he was going to say something to make me laugh. I missed laughing, it was kind of like a temporary pain killer.

"My fans already know who your are but when you live with me you will be even more famous! Can you imagine strutting your stuff up and down stages? My god, you could be more famous than me!" He chuckled.

"It's one of the many perks of being the younger sister of Oli Sykes." I joked. Oli laughed as I stepped back from the bone crunching yet soothing hug. Oli nodded slightly with a sweet smile before turning away to walk out of my front door. I was so grateful to him and it was an amazing feeling to know that soon I would be safe.

As he closed the door behind him I heard footsteps creeping up behind me. I took a deep breath before turning around. My dad was standing there staring me down, beer bottle in hand.

"I heard you tell Oli about your little Daddy issues." He laughed. I knew what was coming and I had no way to stop it, I was a child and nothing more. A pathetic, whiny child.

"One more time, Ally. It's just one last time. Oli will come for you, It's almost over." I told my self in my head over and over again. I hated my Dad for everything he did to me. I hated him with a passion. But I knew it just made me a stronger person and no matter what my Dad said, I was strong enough to take it just one more time. Just one more...

"Yeah?" I gulped, taking in deep breathes. He took a step closer, he towered over me staring down into my scared eyes, as if I was tiny, as if I was nothing.

"Oh sweet, sweet Ally. It makes me laugh to see that you believe he cares about you. Who could care about a piece of shit like you?" He sneered, taking two large steps closer to me. I stumbled backwards, falling onto the floor. I pushed my self backwards until I was pressed up against the wall.

"He does care!" I shouted. I had never raised my voice to him before, I had made a big mistake by trying that.

"Shut up you digusting little whore!" He screamed. He grabbed me by the hair and yanked me to my feet. I yelped in pain, still trying as hard as I possibly could to be brave. As he pulled back his fist I whisper to myself,

"One last time, for Oli..." moments after his fist of iron had smashed into the bridge of my nose, and my chin, and my stomach, and my hip. Blood ran down my lip, I didn't shed a single tear. What was the point in that? It's not like he was going to feel remorse. I lay on the floor completely still as he grasped his glass beer bottle. He pulled it back as far as he could. Oh shit.

"Oli! Oli! Help me! Oli! Please, Oli, please, please, please!" I screached in fear. I knew he wouldn't hear, but there was nothing else to do but scream, and scream, and scream.

"Shut your fucking mouth or I will give you a reason to scream you little shit!" he bellowed so loudly that he spat all over my face. He gripped my throat tightly, choking me, to hold me still as he smashed the bottle over my head.

*A/N: The photo is of Ally just so youz guys all know ^_^ Hope you're enjoying it so far but this is my first story so go easy on meh please XD*