I woke up to the doorbell ringing and I already knew my dad wasn't going to go get it. I got up without even going near the mirror because I knew I was a mess considering I cried myself to sleep last night. I made my way down the tan, carpeted stairs and to the door. I slowly opened the door and there he was. Zayn was at the door I automatically jumped in his arms and screeched really loud "oh, my God Zayn," I cried and he gently hugged me and rubed my back in circular motions " How have you been baby girl," he softly said. " Good, you," I said as we released each others grip and as soon as he looked at me he gasped I guess he noticed my cheek I completely forgot about it for a few minutes. " Oh my God, what happened,"
" Nothing Zayn I'm okay, it's nothing".
" He did this to you that basta** did this to you didn't he".
Before I had anything to say he jerked away from me and up the stairs to my room and I quickly rushed up there to him as I seen him jerking my suitcases out of my closet and throwing stuff in them
" Zayn what are you doing".
" Your leaving I won't ever let him lay a hand on you again," he screamed I nodded quickly and helped him pack my stuff.
" What is this," Zayn said raising his eyebrow as he picked up a pair of my black, laced Victoria Secret thong. My cheeks immediately turned red as a tomato.
"Nothing," I said as I jerked them away from him he just chuckled and threw them in the trash beside my dresser.
"Hey, why did you do that," I asked knowing his awnser.
"You don't need missy," he awnsered quickly.
Soon we had al my stuff in Zayn's car and we were heading down the road.
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The sister
أدب المراهقينHannah is an average girl who has to deal with her abusive father until her older brother Zayn comes and rescuses her.
