Being One Direction's Siblings

Chapter 1

"Waliyha! Can you get me a glass of water?" Dad called from the living room. I left my iPhone on my bed and went to the kitchen to fetch my father a glass of water.

"Coming!" I called,from my bedroom.

I went into the kitchen, grabbed the nearest clean glass and filled up with cold water. Wiping the water off the bottom of the glass, I took the glass of water to my dad.

"Here you go, daddy." I say happily, handing the glass to my father.

"Why did you give me warm water?!" He screamed at me, after drinking one small sip of water.

"I-" I started, trying to defend myself, but he cut me off.

"And look at this filthy glass, water is dripping from the bottom!" He shouted in my face, tears started to form in my eyes. I did not dare shred a tear, I hated to look vulnerable in front of anyone.

Quickly taking the full glass of water I dumped it all out in the kitchen sink. Since mom was there she took the glass filled it with water just the way he liked it.

I returned the new glass of cold water to dad. He drank the whole thing.

"Useless idiot." Dad muttered as I put the now empty glass to the kitchen and slowly made my way back to my room.

Shutting the my bedroom door, I threw myself on to my bed. I cried for what felt like hours.

Even though I was absolutely used to his harsh comments it hurt every time.

"Waliyha! Waliyha!" Muhammad, my baby brother, called me.

"Coming!" I called back, wiping away my tears thoroughly.

I quickly approached the living room where the rest if my family was.

"Are you deaf?!" Dad sneered at me.

"I did not hear you call. My, uh , A.C. was on." I stuttered.

"Alright then. Don't turn on your AC. Obviously you are too deaf to hear anything with it on!" He continued screaming at me.

My my lips trembled.

"Now idiot. Do you not know how to close a damn door?!" Dad shouted at me. I was searching for the right words, nothing.

"Ugh! As punishment go open and closed your door 10 times. Count each time you do, loudly! On sound you will have to do it 10 more times." Dad angrily said.

I did did as I was told, but with no heart. After I was done he called me again.

"Now go stand on the balcony. For, hmmm, an hour." He angrily ordered me.

I slowly and quickly made my way to the cold balcony. Even though it was the middle of summer. It was really cold out on the balcony.

It is 10:00 pm. At 11:00 u could leave. I told myself.

I am used to this types of punishment. He even made me stand out here for with hours once...

I am Waliyha Ibrahim. I'm a 15 year old girl living a hell life.

I was born in some unknown place, I have never know my real family. When I was foyer years old I had list them. Although I landed with a very nice family. I had an older adopted brother and parents who loved me dearly.

From there I meet three of my worlds neatest friends. we started a YouTube Chanel which soon became very popular.

When I became 11 years old, an old-ish couple came to claim me as theirs. That is when my entire life turned into hell.

For 4 years I have been living with this family who treats me like I am a useless pig. My freedom has been taken away from me.

On my fifteenth birthday my "mom" told that they weren't actually my real family.

That pretty much broke me. I was living in hell for no reason at all.

So I live with fake parents and two fake brothers. One of them is ten years old, Bilal, he is a big annoying thing. The other on is 4 years old, Muhammad, he cries all the time.

Everyone says my life is prefect because I am always smiling and I'm always cheerful. We'll they are definitely wrong.

Honestly there is nothing good about my life at home. So, I make the best out of it at school.

My so-called-father hates me and I don't even know why. My "mom" says he just cannot stand to see me happy. Probably because if what I did in fourth and sixth grade.

*FLASHBACK*

In fourth grade, a classmate and I were talking about our parents and what they would do if we got bad marks in our report cards.

"My father would beat me with a wooden stick. Or his bare hand. Which feels like solid metal." I say to him.

Apparently my teacher, Mr. MacDonald, had over heard what I had said.

"Waliyha, can I take to you for a second?" Mr. MacDonald asked.

"Sure." I replied. I approached to my teacher.

"What would your dad do if had bad marks?" He asked.

"He would beat me." I remember saying shyly. I also remember begging him not to say anything bad about me at the parent teacher interview.

I reckon that the interview went fine. Also the day after a social council asked to talk to me during the second test we had all year.

I council was a kind-hearted, young woman named Ms. Jones.

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She asked me sever questions about my family and I answers all of them truthfully. By the end she knew all about the harsh words my dad tells me, the hurtful punishments I get and all the hard beatings I received.

Two days later, Ms. Jones, called my parents telling them how I told on them to the people who patently work really close to the police.

My parents had told them that everything was fine now and nothing was wrong. They had influenced me to do the same.

after serval moments if trying tI convince them. They finally gave in and left us alone.

My 'dad' said I could've spitter the family apart if they found out. In anger and shock that I would sell my parents out, my 'father' made me stand in the balcony for eight hours long.

In sixth grade, I became fed up with my parents abuse actions toward me I became to self harm.

after a week my friends finally told my sixth grade teacher, Ms. Johnson.

This is time the police was involved, after more convincing that everything was okay. My 'dad' did not talk to me for over a month.

When he started to talk to me again, he had taken the family out to watch a movie. When we had came back I accidentally closed the car door a little to hard.

The next morning he was swearing at he non-atop until he finally gave up and kicked me out if the house for several hours.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"Waliyha, it is 11:00 you could go now." Mom quietly informed me.

Dad had turned of his laptop and went off to sleep. I glanced at the clock it read 11:05. I could go and get some sleep now.

I cried silently for hours before my eyes have out nd I fell in to a restless sleep.

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