My Time Travelling Angel (A Doctor Who Fanfic) (On Hold)

My Time Travelling Angel (A Doctor Who Fanfic)

Hey guys. So this is my very first Doctor Who fanfic. I'm such a huge fangirl and I just got an idea for a story after reading InLoveWithARockstar's brilliant fanfictions Fix me and Break me. I hope u all like this and pls give me feedback. Thanks and enjoy :)         

                              “One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.”

                                                Chapter 1: Saved

“You little bitch!” My father snarled. “You’re useless.”

I tried to back away as he swung the broom handle at me. But I wasn’t quick enough. The wood caught my face and smashed into me.

“Ahh!” I yelled as my face burned with pain. I would have a bruise there by tomorrow. But sadly I was used to it. This was my life. And I never expected anything good until I died.

I sprawled to the floor and just curled up in a ball as my father spat insult after insult. That was another thing I was used to. I knew he’d been drinking. That was why he was so abusive. The drink made him like that.

“Now clean this up!!” He bellowed, taking a swig of whisky.

“Yes, Dad.” I replied, meekly. He stomped out, still drinking.

I slowly unfurled myself and looked around weakly. There was rubbish and mess strewn around me and I had to clear this up. There were also broken dishes from where Dad had thrown them in a rage after I had burnt the food.

I slowly stood up and started clearing everything up. I grabbed a dustpan and brush and swept up the broken shards of china. Looking at them brought a tear to my eye as in a way they represented me. My life was broken. I was broken. And I knew nothing could fix me. Nobody could heal me. I was broken beyond repair.

I dumped the broken china in the bin and started washing the floor. There was no point washing up since said washing up was broken in the bin. I was in the middle of washing the floor when Dad came stumbling back in.

“Aren’t you done yet, bitch?” He demanded, glaring at me.

“N- no dad. I have a lot to do.” I stammered, cowering.

“Don’t give me that! You should work more! I think you need some reminding.” He said, reaching out to hit me.

I flinched back. But then he stopped and his eyes dilated.

“I know what’ll teach you.” He told me. He dived in his trousers pocket and brought out his cigarette lighter. I looked at it in dread. He smiled grimly.

“I’m gonna burn this house down. Teach you a lesson.” He told me.

I looked at him in disbelief. He’s just drunk. He wouldn’t. I thought. But I knew he was serious.

“You wouldn’t.” I whispered. “You can’t. What will that prove?” I asked. I was so scared for my life I had to talk back.

He hit me. “That you should listen more.” He said. He clicked the lighter open and upon seeing the bright flame, I panicked. I had to get out. I had nowhere to go but anywhere was better than here. I ran past him to the front door. I grabbed my jacket and opened the door. I heard him come after me and I bolted out the door. I raced to a nearby alley and hid behind some bins. I saw him appear at the opening but he quickly gave up and walked back to the house. I breathed a quick sigh of relief and shivered in the English autumn wind. I shrugged my jacket on and stood up. Where could I go? I had no money. Not that we had much anymore. I didn’t have a suitcase or any spare clothes. But I would never go back. I couldn’t.