The next morning I woke up curled into a little ball. Probably from all the pain. I just ignore it. I walk to my bathroom, and take a quick shower. I pull my wet hair up into a messy bun and pull on the clothes my mom picked out for me to wear to the airport. I try to fight through the pain, but it hurts so bad, so I grab the medicine my doctor from the hospital gave me and take 1 pill. I slip on my TOMS and walk downstairs quietly, hoping not to wake my mom. I don’t want to see her before I leave. I grab my suitcase and walk out the door to my car. I use all my strength, barely getting the suitcase in the trunk. I close the trunk and just stand there for a moment and catch my breath.
I get to the airport, go through the security, and find my gate. Once I get to my gate, I take a seat, and doze off for what seemed like a few minutes. "Flight 130 to London is now boarding. I repeat, flight 130 to London is now boarding." I'm awoken by a man’s voice calling for my flight to board the plane. I stand up very slowly and walk over to the gate to get on the plane. After about 10 hours we finally land in London. I get off the plane, not saying one word to anybody, and start looking around for my dad. I see a familiar face standing across the building, holding a "Welcome to London Desiree!" and a million nightmares pass through my mind. I start walking closer to him, not wanting him to be the same as he was before. When I reach him, he places the sign on the ground and pulls me in for a hug. I wince in pain from the bruises. He hears me and says, "Oh sorry, to tight? He lets loose of me and I just shake my head.
"Gosh, you've grown up so much. You’re beautiful." He boasts. I don’t feel like talking to him so I smile and say nothing. We stand there for a moment, and after he realizes I’m not going to say anything, he says, "Shall we go get your bags?" I nod and we start walking. He picks up my bag and leads the way to his car. The car ride was awkward. No one was talking. But finally, he starts blabbering. "Look Desiree. I know I was a terrible father. And I want you to know I’m really sorry. I might not have been there for you for all those years but trust me, I’m here for you now and I’m a better person. Just give me a chance...” I turn my head towards him and just stare at him. "Please, Desiree. I’m begging you. I promise I’ve changed. I promise." I sit there thinking. Eventually I sigh and say "Fine. But it’s not going to be easy to earn my trust back." "Okay, I understand. Thank you." I just turn away to look back out my window.
About 10 minutes after our little talk, we pull up to his house. "Here’s your new home. I hope you like it." His house - my new house - was huge! How did he get all of this money? I shake it off for the moment and watch him pull out my huge suitcase. He rolls it up to the door as I follow behind him. Once I get inside I realize that its bigger inside than it is outside. "Your rooms upstairs and it's the third door to the left." I nod and go find my room. 1...2...3. Here it is. I open up the door. Wow, it’s beautiful. And huge.
I admire the room for a few minutes then go back downstairs to grab my suitcase so I can unpack. "No, let me take it. You're probably tired." "Thanks Paul...” I didn’t want to start calling him dad yet. Not until I knew I could trust him. He smiled at me and led the way upstairs. "There you go." He placed my suitcase on my bed. "I know it’s pretty late because of the time change but if you’re hungry, there’s some leftover spaghetti I can warm up." I like that he actually offered me some food. I never really ate around Michael because if I did, he would call me fat. But I denied his offer anyways. I was really tired. "No thanks. I think I’m going to get some rest. I’m really tired." "Ok. See you tomorrow." He smiled and walked out, closing the door behind him. Once Paul left, I unpacked all of my stuff and changed into some pajamas. I flopped down on my new bed, which, by the way, was very comfortable, and fell asleep in a matter of seconds.
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Unforgettable Scars (A Niall Horan Fanfic)
FanfictionDesiree, a 17 year old girl, has been abused by males her whole life. She just recently moved in with her dad whom she hasnt seen in ages and finds out he's the manger of the biggest british boy band in the world. What will happen when she becomes b...
