I'm Abigail Summers, an average 17 year old girl with a normal life. So why am I sitting alone in my car, with mascara smudged under my bloodshot eyes? I let out a shaky breath, sobs escaping my lips and rattling my frail body.
Why do bad things always happen to good people?
Light snow falls onto the hood of the car. I wiped my sweaty palms against my black dress, thoughts of my now deceased mother being lowered into the icy dirt, never to be seen again. Shaking my head violently at the horrid images, I started the engine. The car sputtered to life in the cold air as I swerved out of the funeral parking lot.
Time to go home and deal with Edwin.
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I quietly unlocked my front door and went inside. From the corner of my eye, Edwin snored loudly on the sofa, with the TV mumbling softly and an empty bottle of tequila in his hand. I started climbing as best as I could with my black high heels up the stairs, careful not to wake my temperamental stepfather. My heel caught on the last step and I knocked a picture frame off the wall as I fell facedown. Shit. The glass frame shattered on the stairs and shards of glass cut into my palms. I yelped in pain as my blood dripped, making splotches on the cream colored carpet. The old photo in the frame showed my mother and I laughing happily at the beach.
I would do anything to relive those joyful moments.
Edwin grunted and stirred in his sleep.
"Abigail?" He slurred, his voice thick with sleep and drunkenness.
My heart beat rapidly. If I answer him, he won't see the mess, but he'll make me come over so he can beat me.
If I don't answer him, he'll find this mess and beat me anyway."Yes, it's me!" I yelled back, scrambling onto my feet and making my way back down, avoiding the broken shards. I stood across the room from him bearing an innocent expression, hiding my bloody hands behind my back. Edwin eyed my black attire and sent his tequila bottle flying into the wall.
Great, another mess I'll need to clean up.
"Where the fuck were you? At a party getting wasted like the slut you are?"
I shuffled my feet nervously, a habit I developed since I was 4.
"I was at Mom's funeral..." Memories of my mother flashed through my mind and I tried to blink away the tears.
His face contorted to one of confusion then quickly back to one of rage.
"And why the hell didn't you remind me? DON'T YOU THINK I WOULD'VE LIKED TO ATTEND MY OWN WIFE'S FUNERAL??" He punched the wall next to the couch, creating a crater-like hole. He groaned in frustration and started walking towards me.You didn't even love her. You abused us and treated us like slaves. You're the reason she's dead.
I kept these thoughts to myself, knowing if I said them to his face, I'd probably end up unconscious on the floor.
"I'm sorry Dad. It's my fault. I'm sorry." I kept my head down, my light brown locks shielding my face, avoiding any eye contact. Suddenly, his hand flew up and he slapped me, leaving my reddened cheek stinging with pain.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, bitch." He huffed and slapped me on the other cheek. Tears sprang out of my eyes and I tenderly cupped my red cheeks. I looked at my hands and gasp, realizing they were still bleeding from the glass earlier. Edwin's eyes narrowed into slits and he harshly grabbed my wrists, turning my palms toward him.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?" He screamed at me, his breath stinking of alcohol and drugs. I whimpered, unable to control my tears and the searing pain of my hands and aching face.
My throat tightened and I couldn't answer him. Edwin glared at me and shoved me to the floor. My hands stretched out to catch my fall, and I screamed in agony as the glass dug deeper into my angry flesh.
"Get the hell out of my sight, you worthless bitch. And clean up the house. I'm having a few guests over later."
A/N: Heyyyy guys! :) I doubt there's going to be anyone reading this but thanks for checking this fic out. I hope you liked the first chapter. AND CALM DOWN! the 1D and 5SOS boys will be in here soon! Stay posted for updates<3 I love you! :) btw this is my first ever fanfiction so I'm sorry if I suck.
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