No Going Back [One Direction Fan Fiction]

No Going Back [One Direction Fan Fiction.]

Madison's POV: 

She slammed me up against the locker repetitively. My neck jerked backwards. The impact made my head throb. 

"I saw you staring at him." Melanie Edwards was basically the school bitch. She was in the popular group! The group who's asses get kissed by pretty much everyone. Right now she was beating me up because she thought I was staring at her boyfriend. Which I wasn't. I literally just glanced around and he caught my eye but her and her minion followers 'The Hipsters' as the stupidly called themselves, were ganging up on me nevertheless. I stumbled to my feet, tears streaming down my face. 

"C'mon dude. I didn't friggin look at him. I just turned around that's all. Geez."

"So you're a liar as well as a desperate skank." 

"Look who's calling someone a skank" Melanie punched me hard around the face, I fell back to the floor. 

"What did you just say to me?" Say to her? Did I call her a skank out loud? 

"You heard" I put on a brave smirk. But I was terrified. I really shouldn't act so cocky. It just seems to be getting me into even more trouble with her. 

"Er, just shut your mouth." She dragged me up and slammed me back into the locker. She was so rough. I rubbed away my tears quickly. I felt so weak so helpless. 

"What's going on out here?" A teacher rushed out, probably interrupted by the shouting and the bangs from the locker. Melanie and her minions ran round the corner of the corridor before the teacher could make a step further. 

"What the heck has happened to you dear?" 

"The Hipsters happened." I rested my head in my lap and cried. Emotion stirred around my body, I was so angry, so upset, so hurt. I swear I had whiplash or something. My neck was stiff and my head throbbed. My wiped my face, blood trickled from my nose, where Melanie had punched me. I hated this school so much. I just wanted to escape. 

"Would you like me to speak to them?" 

"NO THAT'LL JUST MAKE EVERYTHING WORSE. FOR GOD SAKE." That was it I broke down. I couldn't handle it. This school. My life. Everything was getting on top of me and I couldn't handle it. I was never a strong person. I had such a terrible life at home. I was the person everyone picked on at school. And I just couldn't deal with it. My teacher gave me a sad smile. 

"Would you like me to call someone to pick you up?"

"Please, my sister. Please."

"I'll be on it right away then." She helped me up and walked me to the school reception area. Round the corner I was greeted by Alisha, one of Melanie's side-kicks. She gave me a horrible glare. 

"Er Alisha, shouldn't you be in class." 

"Yes Mrs Thomas, I'm on my way." She gave Ms a fake smile. She acted so sweet to make teachers think she was innocent and harmless. But everyone else knew she was just a brutal as Melanie. We got to the reception and I sat quietly on the sofa. 

"Hello this is Mrs Thomas from Oak-Vale High School, is this Darcy Swain speaking?" there was a slight pause. I assumed it was my sister and that by now she would be freaking out. 

"Calm down Miss she's just a little bruised and shaken. Is there anyway you could come pick her up?" I fiddled with a loose thread on my blazer. 

"Okay, thank you Miss Swain, she'll be waiting in the reception area." A rush of relief flooded my body. I just wanted to go home. Wrap up in bed and cry to One Direction songs. They were probably the only thing I lived for. They kept my hopes up. I entered a competition to live with the boys for a month. I doubted strongly that I'd win but I prayed for it. I just needed this type of break. A break from my reality. Darcy's car pulled up and I grabbed my bag and ran outside. She hugged me tight. 

"Gosh. What's happened to you?"

"I don't wanna talk about it. I just want to go home and rest. Is dad in?"

"I don't know, I've been at my place." 

"Can I come back with you. I just can't face him right now. I need some time to myself." 

"Of course sweetie." Darcy pulled me in tighter in her embrace. I flinched slightly as my neck pulled back. "What's the matter?" She loosened up and look at me. 

"My neck. They slammed me into lockers. My neck is so stiff right now." 

"Who?" 

"I said I don't wanna talk about it dude." 

"C'mon Maddie, who?!"

"Well it was Melanie, her minions just stood there and watched. But seriously I just don't wanna talk about it, please?" She gave me a glance of concern. But soon just turned around to get back in the car. I slid in the passenger side. And clipped in my seatbelt. I let out a deep sigh. A tear trickled down my face. Silence loomed on the car. We sat in silence for literally all the journey, well apart from my painful moans and a couple of coughs from Darc. We pulled up at the flats. I liked it here. It was a quiet area and the flats were brand new. They were nice and glamourous. I didn't know how Darcy managed to escape the wreck that me and my so called father addresses as home. Darcy's apartment was big and clean. It was right at the top of the flat. The walls were all crisp white. The apartment still had that freshly painted smell. 

"Hey why don't you go and rest in there. I have some clean pyjamas in the draw if you want to slip into something fresh. And theres a bathroom in there. Shout if you need me." She gave me a warm smile. It made me feel slightly better. I strolled of into the room and dropped my stuff on the bed. I went straight to the shower and looked in the mirror. I looked rough. My eyes were red and tear stained. My face had a couple cuts and my nose was slightly swollen from where Melanie's fist came into contact with me. I turned on the shower and stepped in. I loved showers because I could cry and no one would ever know but me and the shower curtains. The heat of the water was intense. My face tingled. The cuts stung so badly. I couldn't bare the pain so I quickly wiped my blood stains and slipped out. I wrapped up in one of Darcy's fluffy white dressing gowns. I felt kinda safe in this house. Right now I was carefree, but I knew that wouldn't last long. I jumped in bed and tears welled up once again. I couldn't hold them back. I lifted the left sleeve of the dressing gown revealing scars. Self inflicted scars. That's how bad everything was. I turned into the pillow and cried myself to sleep. 

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Okay guys this is chapter 1 sorry if it depresses you. Haha, it's probably a bit all over the place. I was at a party when I wrote this xD. Tell me what you guys think. I know it's short, but yeah, chapters will get longer don't worry :D

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