Dimples

Prologue

**So this is my first 5SOS fanfiction. I have most of it typed up already so you shouldn't have to wait too long for updates. I hope you like it!! I don't really know anything about London or One Directions concerts so don't quote me on this stuff. Vote, comment, follow!**

Prologue

"I hate you! You ruined everything about this family! Why don't you just go kill yourself, you stupid slut!" my father's voice booms as tears trail down my face and we both stare down at my brother holding his arm on the floor.

"Dad, it wasn't her fault! We were just messing around." Josh says from the floor. For a guy who is nearing the age twenty-three, he looks terrified. He has never had to witness this before and now that he can see what has been going on since she left... he's shocked. His voice is strained and I can tell he's trying to hold back tears.

"Everything is her fault!" my father yells drunkenly before he whips around to glare at me then slap me across my cheek. "She wasn't even supposed to be born! She's a mistake and a failure! She's the reason your mother left! She couldn't stand looking at this ugly girls face every day when she got home from work! So she left!" every one of his words strikes my heart and makes me sob harder.

"I'm sorry." I whimper when his foot starts connecting with my ribs. My breath shoots from my body as I gasp. Josh is in shock on the floor just watching this unfold before him. He has never had to deal with this or even witness this happening to me. "Josh, help me!" I cry out to him breathlessly as I feel one of my ribs crack. Josh shoots up from the floor and punches our father square in the face. His face lands on the floor with a massive thud and doesn't move. My cries are the only sound in the room after that until Josh speaks with crouching to my level on the floor.

"Alora," he whispers as his tears finally start rolling down his cheeks. "This won't happen again." He sits next to me and pulls me into his chest so I can cry on him. "Don't take what he said to heart." he tells me.

"There is nothing you can do Josh." I sob into his shirt. "You're never here. You can't protect me from something that you never witness or can never stop." He pulls away to look me in the eyes.

"I. Will. Not. Let. Him. Hurt. You. Anymore." He pronounces slowly only making me cry harder.

"What can you do?" he doesn't answer for a few minutes and when he does, I'm shocked.

"Come with me on tour?" he demands, pleads, and asks.

"Why?" I ask in a confused tone.

"So that I don't have to worry about you being hurt by him while I am half way across the country or world. So that you won't be beat or hurt while I am so far away that I can't help you. Just come with me. Please." He pleads.