Simply Love (A One Direction Fan- Fic)

Shhh, It's A Secret!

***ALEXS P.O.V.***

Oh, thank fudge we got there when we did. Don't you think it'd be a bit odd if I told them my mum is a stripper? Not because she had to, she wanted to. She even made me be one! It was VERY embarassing. Anywhoo, I walked up the stone path and into my house. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. I'll be the first to admit I'm not the tidiest person, but I could keep cleaner than this! Beer bottles, cigarette butts, mens clothes, thongs, bras, and all that wonderful stuff is scattered across the floor. I made a path through the junk and up to my room. I grabbed a couple bags and stuffed my clothes, laptop, phone, and ipod into them. I know what you're thinking, "How the hell did she get so much stuff!?" Stripping pays a lot. I moved on to my few photos. One caught my eye. It was a picture of me and my dad before he died. It was my 3rd birthday. I was trying to blow out the candles but I couldn't. My dad was above me helping me. He was grinning like crazy. I think back to the day he was murdered.

***FLASHBACK***

It was the morning of my 4th birthday. I was trying to help my mum in the kitchen. She got mad 'cos I spilled a few (okay, A LOT) of things. She got mad and started slapping me.

My dad burst in and bellowed, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING JOY?! (my mums name) WHY ARE YOU HITTING MY DAUGHTER!"

My mum glared at him. "'Cos she's worthless."

I noticed something behind her back. Is that a.... My thoughts were interupted by a scream from my dad. She had stabbed him in the heart! I started to scream, but she whipped around and slashed my forehead.

"Shut up!" She hissed. She made me help her drag my dad's dead body to the furnace downstairs. She cut him up into pieces and fed him to the fire. Tears were streaming down my face. The next morning everybody stared at my forming scar and my tear stained cheeks.

***END OF FLASHBACK***

I just stood there, bawling my eyes out. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I flinched.

"Is that your dad?" Zayn whisperd.

"Yeah" I replied weakly.

"How did he die?"

Hm, I will be living with him. Should I tell him my mum murdered my dad on my birthday? I heard Zayn gasp. Oops. Guess I just did. Oh, well.

Yes, i know this chappie is short. even for me. IM SO SORRY MY SWEET CUPCAKes!! PLZ DONT KILL MEEEEE!!! instead how 'bout youuuu....

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