The Story of My Life (One Direction/5sos fanfic)

How It All Started

TRIGGER WARNING

I had everything. Supportive family. Lots of friends. Then it all changed. One mistake ruined my life forever. It all started when I was in fifth grade. I had gotten straight A's all through elementary school. We had taken a test in Ms. Peterson's class. The next day Ms. Peterson handed them back out. I looked at my paper expecting an A. Boy was I wrong. F. An F?! I was devastated. When I got home, my parents asked me what I got on my test. I couldn't lie to them.

"F"

"A what?!" My dad started yelling at me about how an F was unexceptable and that I needed to try extra hard from now on. I nodded and looked down.

"Go to your room." I slowly walked upstairs to my room. I heard my parents talking about me. I listened.

"An F?! I thought we raised her better than that!" My father was ranting.

"Just give her one more chance, I'm sure she can do better."

"She better, or there will have to be consequences." I wondered what he meant by 'consequences'. I mean, I know what that word means, but I don't know what the consequences would be. Maybe I would be grounded. Maybe I wouldn't be able to see my friends. Once I realised they stopped talking, I walked to my dresser and pulled out some pajamas. Maybe I just need some sleep. I brushed my teeth and then went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up, looked at my alarm clock, it said: 7:30. I jumped up and ran over and brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, put my clothes on and raced downstairs. When I got downstairs, I saw my dad sitting at the table looking at me.

"Well, someone finally decided to get up." My dad said.

"Why didn't you wake me up this morning?" I asked.

"Its not my job anymore, its yours now."

"I didn't know that, if I did, I would've set my alarm clock, now, can you please take me to school?" I asked politely.

"Its too late."

"No its not, school just started." He slammed his cup on the table. I jumped.

"DON'T TALK BACK TO ME LITTLE GIRL!!" My dad yelled at me, it wasn't like him, he never yelled at me. I tried my hardest not to cry.

"Come here." I didn't move.

"COME HERE!!!" I jumped and walked towards him. He grabbed my shirt and got up and dragged me into the living room. The carpet burn I got hurt really bad. He then threw me down and started hitting and kicking me. I started crying.

"Are you crying you little baby??"

He kicked my again.

"Don't tell your mother!"

He kneeled down and pulled his fist back and punched me. Blackness filled my vision.

Later that day, I woke up with a pounding headache, and everything else hurt too. I got up and walked to the bathroom and looked at my self. I gasped. I had bruises everywhere. What did I do to deserve this? I asked myself.

"I'm home!" I heard my mom yell. I just ignored it and went back to bed and fell back asleep.

Ever since then, I have been verbally, and physically abused. I get straight A's, but nothing will make him stop.