I stared at the anger in his eyes as his hand flew across my face leaving a sharp, stinging pain on my left cheek. I smelt the alcohol on my dads clothes. I was so scared things never turned out good when my dad was drunk. " Zayn will find out eventually," I spat at my dad who is now hovering over top of breathing on my face with his bitter alcohol breath that sent shivers down my spine. " Shut up, no one loves you including Zayn so just shut up," he shouted right before he kicked in my stomach and walked away leaving me hopelessly crying on the kitchen floor.
I'm zayn's sister as in Malik, I'm Hannah, Hannah Malik. Zayn went on the X factor and left me here with our alcoholic father. I'm not mad at Zayn, yes I wish he was here but he was living his dream. I can deal with my dad I have ever since my mom died when I was thirteen and now I'm seventeen. I haven't seen Zayn in two years, but we talk all the time.
Me and Zayn have always had a close relationship. He was always there for me and still is just not physically.
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The sister
Подростковая литератураHannah is an average girl who has to deal with her abusive father until her older brother Zayn comes and rescuses her.
