hello! i am Meghan and this is my frst ever fanfic.. so please vote? I don't expect to get many reads.. i would be fine with 5.. of course it would be nice to have more;) Anywhooo... This is the first chapter of my Niall Horan (from One Direction-DUH!) fanfic:) this first chapter is a little abusive.. but i tried to make it less hurtfull or whatever. Please don't read this if you get scared or cry becuz of abuse. :( This chapter is a little boring but i promise the next chapter is wayyyy more entertaining. I know i am probably not a good writer.. so please no hate. Also... the first chapter has 1 Bad word (so far- probably will be more) so if you don't like swearing_ DON"T READ! ok sorry for boring you to death.. Heres the story.. tell me what you think:))
** MADDY's POV**
Hi, I am Madison Carter. Everybody calls me Maddy. I am almost 17 years old. I have a dad and he has a girlfriend. I don’t particularly like my father. In fact, I kind of hate him. I mean, he would be a likable person if he wasn’t so abusive and didn’t get drunk, like, everyday. Yes, my dad is an abuser. I tried to get on his good side… that didn’t work. I tried to avoid him, but that didn’t work either. The abusing got even worse when Dad got a girlfriend. I don’t know why he even bothers with girls. He just ends up hating them for some reason. That’s what happened to my mother. Dad had gotten upset with her, annoyed, and BAM! There she was-dead. I still think about it, replay it in my head.
*12 years before that, Maddy is five.*
I heard yelling from downstairs and I got scared. My parents barely fought when I was at home. I sneak down the pure white stairs and can see them. Dad is yelling, I have no idea what about but I know he is mad. Mommy is up against a wall, yelling back at him. I hear something break, glass, and I can see another one of my mother’s good china plates flying across the room, shattering against a wall. I shriek as the plate collides with the wall. Dad looks up because of my scream. He roars in anger and storms toward me. I am backing up the stairs, screaming for dear life, but he is there grabbing my neck and flinging me against a wall. My mother comes up and slaps him, hard, and kicks him hard in his crotch. Dad drops me and doubles over in pain. I don’t really recall what happened after that, because my eyes started to fuzz around the edge, but I do remember my mother screaming and then seeing her on the floor, blood pouring from her chest, right where here heart was.
I close my eyes for a moment, shaking my head for a minute.
“MADISON!” I hear someone yell from downstairs. I quickly fix my hair and dance my way down the stairs. I look around to see Dad’s girlfriend on the couch, asleep, with a giant blanket draped around her. “Get your scrawny ass to school.” I nod and disappear through the door, before he can do any harm to me. I know he is mad at me. Even though I am outside, in my car, I can hear his ear-shattering scream. I quickly drive out of the driveway, right as Dad comes out of the house and lobs something toward my car, missing it by a couple inches. Well, I know I am not coming home tonight.
