In Too Deep (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

HEY GUYS! I'm Amanda. I will upload when I'm good and ready so don't threaten or beg me for updates. If you do, or I get annoyed, I'll just delete the story. Okay? Okay! ENJOY!!!

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“GET UP, JESS!” echoed through my head. Then a sharp pain struck my left cheek. The pain throbbed as my eyes flew open and I shot up. I looked up to see my father, eyes bloodshot and slurring his words. I quickly looked away as his hand struck me again, “Don‘t ever look at my eyes again!”

“Sorry, sir.” I replied, jumping out of bed.

“Go to school.” he slurred, slamming my bedroom door behind him. I looked out the window, only to see him speed away in his little SUV. It was only six-thirty and he was already drunk. Great.

I showered quickly, I was allowed a five minuet shower every day, and hurried to get out. I looked in the mirror, and my cheek was swollen. What was I going to say? I’ll say that I tripped over some clothes on the floor and hit the corner of the door. That should work…

I brushed my long and wavy brown hair up into a bun and rushed to my room to get dressed. I had a thirty minuet walk to school, and I really didn’t want to run into my dad again.

I quickly applied some cover-up along all my bruises and scratches, to make them less noticeable. Its not that I need make-up, my skin is clear. But I wasn’t pretty, a lot of people were much prettier than I was.

I grabbed my book bag and walked down the stairs. Should I take some food? Would he notice? I decided not to, just to be safe.

Today was the last day of high school, so I will be out of here soon enough. I walked out the door, locking it behind me, and headed for the street.

It was cold this morning, so I put my sweatshirt hood up, also hoping no one would see my cheek. My teeth chattered as I picked up the pace. Man, was it cold outside.

I walked down the streets, seeing my flyers, because the only way I could make money was babysitting, and how no one has taken the home-phone number. This Summer should be fun. I want to run away, but he’d find me. The only way I can leave the house is school and baby sitting.

I made it to school with only a few minuets to spare. I had almost made it to my locker, when out of no where, my day got worse. On one side of me was Jennifer, the schools most popular girl. She was also the meanest. On my other side were Katie and Abby, the side-kicks.

Jennifer popped off with, “Whys you hood up, Jessica?” and she flicked down my hood. My hands shot up, covering my swollen cheek, “What is it this time, clumsy?”

I was choking up already, “Umm… I uh… I tripped… On some clothes…”

“Sure you did, klutz. What did you hit, the ugly stick?” she smirked at me as the side-kicks chuckled.

“I… Um… The Door.”

“Sure, clumsy.” and she grabbed my book bag. She ripped the zipper open and my books and papers flew everywhere.

The bell rang as the populars sped off. I quickly picked up my books and as many papers as I could and rushed for my little locker, all the way on the other side of the school. I was going to be SO late.

Let alone being 15 minuets late to my first class, being pushed around by everyone, and being questioned by every teacher in the school, I was finally done. I finished my senior year and was never going back. My walk home was quick, and on one of my posters I noticed a number was missing where it was before. Maybe I’ll make a decent amount of money.

I was home now and dad’s little SUV was gone. The door was still locked, so I turned the key and went inside. I ran up stairs and ditched my bag, and grabbed my favorite book, The Hunger Games, and began to read. I had just gotten past the part when Rue died, when the phone downstairs rang.

I couldn’t get down there fast enough, and so I answered the phone. Excited as ever, I said, “Hello, this is Jessica, who is this?”

“This is Simon, I see you have a babysitting advertisement out. Are you taking Summer jobs?”

“Of course, sir.”

“Great. How about an all summer job babysitting my five sons?”

“Five?” oh great, this should be fun… “What would my hours be?”

“You could live at the house. 1000 a week?”

“Okay… When should I be there?”

“I‘ll pick you up, say, first thing tomorrow? What’s your address?” and so I gave it to him and ran upstairs to pack. As soon as I finished packing my bag, only one bag, that’s all I had, I sat on my blanket less bed. I looked around at my bare room, not much different than before I packed. I cant believe I’m out of here tomorrow morning.

My door flew open and I shot up off the bed. Dad was back. He came across the room and stood straight in front of me. I could smell all the different alcohols on his breath. “You aren‘t gone yet, rat?”

“I‘ll be gone first thing tomorrow, sir.”

“Good.” he said, kicking my shin, causing me to fall to the ground. He didn’t stop either, he kicked at my ribs and it really hurt. He wasn’t stopping as the tears poured from my eyes, “Wimp. Never come back.” and he slammed my door behind him.

I sat in that position for hours and hours, crying and pretending to sleep. It was a long night, but soon enough, it was morning again.