As the clock turned 3pm i ran manically around the house making sure everything was okay, i didnt want a repeat of last week, as i started to have flash backs i suddenly remembered i didnt have time to remember the horrific events from the previous week, i checked the cupboards and noticed that one of the tins wasnt facing the right way, as i heard his key in the door i quickly turned the can and slammed the cupboard door shut, 'hey babes', i ran over to him to give him a hug, he always got mad if i didnt welcome him home, 'wheres tea?' he asked grumply, he had that look in his eyes, i hated that look, 'oh..er...its...its still in the oven' i was starting to panic, i knew what was going to happen next, 'iv just been so, so busy today, tidying the house!' i knew this wasnt going to save me but i would do anything to try, 'BUSY DOING WHAT?????!!!!' he screamed, 'THE HOUSE IS A TIP! I DONT KNOW WHY I PUT UP WITH YOU, YOUR USELESS, YOUR FAT AND YOUR HIDEOUS!! YOUR WORTHLESS, YOU'LL NEVER GET ANY BETTER THAN ME!!' i looked around the living room, not one thing was out of place, i had tried so hard to get everything perfect this time, tears started to stream down my face, i hated him seeing me crying, he always made me feel worthless, so i went to run to the bathroom, 'Where the fuck do you think your going?' he asked pulling me back by my hair, as i turned to try and get him off me he punched me, i fell to the floor, i felt a warm, wet substance coming from my nose, i put my hand to my nose and as i pulled it away i noticed it was covered in blood, he climbed on top of me and put his legs on my arms so i couldnt move, laying more digs into my face, i just lay there praying to god he would stop soon, there was no point in shouting for help, no one would come, no one ever did!, 'please aaron, am sorry, please stop!' i cried, it was useless he never listened, i gave up, there was nothing i could do anymore, so i just lay there, i started to think what it would be like if 2 years ago i had never met Aaron, would i have stuck at my singing career like i wanted to, since i was a little i had wanted to be a singer but know i was an 18year old girl, no job, no friends and worst of all no family. My family were ashamed of me, 'we will not have any daughter of ours getting abused, and nor will anyone and i mean ANYONE find out about this, imagine what the nieghbours would think, i cant even bare to think about it, pack your bags and get out, your an embrassment to this family!' that was the last thing my mum had ever said to me, and at the moment i realised why dad left her in the first place, she was nothing but a bitch. I felt my body get lighter so i opened my eyes again and realised he had stopped, i ran to the bathroom and locked the door, i was scared to look in the mirror but i knew i had too, my eye was blood shot and was surrounded by a black/yellowly coloured bruise, my nose was pouring with blood, a huge gash right across it, my lip was fat and was always gushing with blood, there was a cut right across my bottom lip, and my cheekbone was bruised aswell, i was hideous, what was i going to say to people now? there was no way i could use the cupboard door excuse this time, he had really done it this time, i couldnt handle it anymore, i grabbed a razor and has i started to dig it into my wrist i heard the front door slam shut, i dropped the razor and pressed my ear to the door, i couldnt hear anything so i slowly unlocked the door, still nothing, i tiptoed down the stairs, he had gone, which meant i had a fews hours alone and this time when we got back i would be gone, i didnt know where i was going to go or what i was going to do but i knew one thing and that was that i couldnt stay here any longer. I didnt even bother to grab a coat or even shoes for that matter, i just ran. I ran to the one place i knew he wouldnt be, the park. My feet were bleeding and i had pieces of glass in bedded into them so i decided to sit on the nearest bench, i just sat there, my head in my lap, crying. I felt someone else sit on the bench next to me, 'you must be freezing, here take this' the voice said wrapping a jacket around me, 'thanks' i said lifting my head to see who it was, 'oh my god its you...your...', he started to laugh and then turned to look at me, 'oh my god! what happened?!' he looked geniuanally worried about me, 'you need to get some help, listen, i know you dont know me and i could be a complete wierdo but come back to my flat so you can get cleaned up' why was he being so nice? he didnt even know me, 'but...but..', 'just to get washed and then you can do whatever you want, or i can just sit here all day until you agree to come with me' he smiled, 'thanks, only to get cleaned up though!' i said gratefully 'im Pixie by the way', 'well very nice to meet you Pixie, am Niall, Niall horan', 'i know who you are' he just laughed.
