I'm Broken {Harry Styles}

Prologue

| Lacey's POV |

The tears streamed down my face, not stopping for anything. you don't deserve to be happiness. Your fat, ugly, stupid, worthless; might as well be dead I thought to myself as I dragged the blade across my skin. The blood came up in little bubbles ready to burst at the slightest touch. I could feel the euphoric sensation take over my body as I cut my wrist again, and again, and again.

When one wrist was covered in thin, red marks I moved on to the next, wanting to experience the feeling of numbness once again before having to go into my nightmare. In the quiet of night I could hear my staggered breathing as I tried to calm myself with evenly placed cuts across my arm.

After both wrists had experienced the same torture, I slowly got up off the floor, leaving the blades covered in blood. I peered around my doorway to make sure no one was awake.

The hallway clock read 1:23 AM, my father should be getting home soon. Drunk off his ass, of course, bringing home his loathsome excuse of a brother. He will end up coming in then passing out on the couch; if I'm lucky.

I hurried into the bathroom, whilst cradling both arms, to wrap my wounds. While I'm putting on bandages I heard obnoxious laughter coming from outside the house. The doorknob jangled before finally opening. I scampered away into my room before he saw me. All that was heard was slurred voices and clobbering footsteps edging their way to my door.

"Lacey! Open your fucking door, you slut!" Dylan, my father, roared. I was huddled on my bed, too scared to move. Once he noticed the door was unlocked he forcefully opened it, slamming it against the wall. I could feel the pure terror radiating off my body as he drunkenly neared the edge of the bed.

He stumbled over a pair of my Vans, his arms flailing wildly. He stood 6'1" and was a very boney person in general. His cheeks were sunken in with a few day's worth of stubble growing atop them. His eyes, bloodshot, as he scanned over me whimpering on my bed.

"Lacey you little whore, don't fight me, it just makes it harder," he demanded, then slapped me across the face. My hands immediately went up to the stinging sensation with fresh tears burning my eyes. "Shh Sweetheart, it'll be okay," he cooed.

His hands started clawing at my shirt and pants. I tried to wiggle myself free but that just made his grip tighter. I began to scream but he hit me again, this time harder. I shut up right away to save myself. He rid me of all my clothing before hearing something smash in the other room.

"Fucking Chad," he muttered. Chad is his brother, my uncle, that was with him earlier. I am not proud to say this is my only family. My mum died after being hit by a drunk driver when I was 7. My father used to be fun to be around; after that, not so much. "He better not steal my stash that fucking jackass!" He began to scream. He stumbled out of my room, leaving me naked and terrified. I got up and slammed the door shut, putting my desk chair underneath the doorknob-since my door didn't have a lock-and put on fresh clothes.

I silently cried myself to sleep that night. I needed to get out of here, but what am I going to do? I'm just a pathetic little girl. No one cares about me; I deserve this.

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Holaaa so this is my first fanfic ever please don't hate

Lol jk nobody is gonna read this

QOTC: favorite member of one direction?

-Jess xx