Call me Diana

Chapter 1- The Story Of My Life

Eleanor's POV

The story of my life... Well, it's nothing much really.

I'm 14 years old now and have no friends. Everyone at school calls me a freak for the scars and abusive father I have. Well, my mum died in a car crash when I was 10 and my dad started abusing me physically and verbally. I am currenty working at a Starbucks near our apartment to support myself and pay for the school fees. I suffer from depression too. Who wouldn't if they're being abused all day. But that's another story for another day.

"Get down here, bitch. What the hell are you doing up there in your room?" Well, I guess it's time for me to go.

"Yes dad. I'm coming," I padded down the stairs and came face to face with my drunk father.

As expected, his hand came in contact with my cheek. I gasped in pain as tears started forming in my eyes but I knew better than to cry in front of my father. I bit my cheeks while trying to stop the tears from overflowing.

"That was for calling me your daddy. Never ever call me that again do you understand me you whore!" His knee came in contact with my stomach this time.

"And that was for not answering me you fucking cunt!" I fell to the ground clutching my stomach and groaning in pain. This time, tears rolled down my checks and I couldn't help but let out a small sob.

His feet came in contact with my back this time. I felt the pain scream through my back as if it had been stabbed repeatedly by a knife.

"No bitch of mine cries!" He screamed at me once more before his feet came in contact with my back once more. I let out a muffled scream while he repeatedly told me how worthless I was, kicked me, punched me and slapped me till I slipped into unconsciousness for the hundredth time in 1 year......

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I groaned as I opened my eyes to see my dad passed out and lying on the little sofa in our living room.

I blinked as the memories of last night flooded through my mind.

I stood up but gasped and fell back to the ground with a thud as an excruciating pain shot through my back.

I guess my little commotion might have awoken my dad as he stirred in his sleep and groaned. Must be having a hangover.

I dragged my sore body up the stairs and into my room before my dad could wake up and notice me lying on the living room floor and locked the door.

Why did this have to happen to me. I lay on the bed and screamed into my pillow while tears cascaded down my face. Soon, I slipped into a dreamless sleep for once in forever......

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Hey babes!

I know this is like so short but I promise it will get longer sooner or later... This is just the first chapter anyways. Hope you guys enjoyed it.

I imagine Eleanor as Barbara Palvin I'm not too sure why. Barbara's image just popped into my mind when I thought of Eleanor. I leave you guys to imagine what Eleanor's father will look like and I'm sorry if I offended anyone of you guys.

~niallshorran