Trust (One Direction Fan Fiction)[ON HOLD]

Chapter 1

"I love you, Skylar," He said, running his finger through my hair. For once in my life, I thought he was being honest. He leaned down and kissed my hair gently. I'm overwhelmed with the mixed feelings and before I even know it, the tears are running down my face freely. I hugged the man standing in front of me and started sobbing.

"She was going to leave you. She'd been planning it since last week," I mumble softly. Suddenly, I feel this excruciating pain running through my shoulder and I stumble back, off balance. Only as I stare back into his angry eyes did I understand what was going on. He deceived me. I should've known better. I should've known he was never going to change. After fourteen years of abuse, what chance did he have of reforming? I should've known better. He kept hitting me over and over again. He punched me in the stomach, slapped my face and kicked me in my shin. I fell on the floor with a heavy thud and I lay there for a while. I groaned, but it only seemed to excite him further. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me to my feet.

He had that sinister smile on his face and I winced mentally. Fear shook me with ferocity. He grinned and he rubbed my back in a rhythmic manner. A shiver ran down my spine and he felt it, laughing a bit. He flicked my hair away, laying tender kisses on my cheeks, all the way to my forehead, and then on my other cheek. I was disgusted. I was horrified. I was freaked out. A million emotions ran through my mind, but only one was the strongest of them all: FEAR.

I recoiled as he attempted to pull my shirt off, and instantaneously, his eyes darkened with an emotion I couldn't describe. Anger? Disappointment? He walked towards me in fast, long strides and I walked backwards, until my butt was pressed firmly against the wall. I grimaced. There was no way out of this living hell. Suddenly, he ripped out my shirt and I cried out. He licked my stomach and the tiny hairs on my arms stood up. He started unbuttoning my pants, and no matter how I tried to convince him otherwise, he only said "Baby, it's going to be alright."

Just as he was about to yank my pants down, my mother came down the stairs. She froze when she saw the state I was in and came rushing towards me. She shielded me with her body and snarled. "She's not your toy. If you want to hurt someone, hurt me."

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a gun. I felt my mother's body stiffen as he pointed it at her. I moved away from behind her and tried getting his attention back to me. He pulled the trigger, and it was the most painful moment of all. He shot my mother. I was immobilized with fear. As soon as I regained my composure, I ran towards my mother and cradled her lifeless body.

"Mum! Mum, wake up! Please don't go, please! Please stay with me! Don't die on me! Please mum!" I cried, my tears falling down on her face. Her eyelids twitched and finally, she went into eternal peaceful sleep. I felt a tap on my back and I looked behind, only to find my mother's murderer smiling at me. He had the gun pointed at me and I gulped. I thought he was going to shoot me, but he forced my eyes open and said, "Watch."

I looked to where his gun was pointed at and my eyes widened in shock. He pulled the trigger once again, and Jason, who was innocently sucking on his thumb and standing at the bottom of the stairs as he watched the drama unfold, fell down on the floor silently. I screamed and I glared at the man who was smiling.

And then.

Another shot was heard.

At last, my father shot himself. 

*** 

"Nooo!" I screamed out, waking up from my deep slumber. I was breathing heavily and my face was damp from the mixture of tears and sweat. My palms were sweaty and cold; a clear sign that I was afraid. Instinctively, I looked around in the dark and squinted; looking for any signs of that murderer. Even though I knew he was dead, my sub-conscious mind always told me that he could be lurking somewhere, waiting to kill me. It was better to be safe that sorry, right? I had nothing to lose if I chose to be extra-cautious.