I got hit by One Direction

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to I swear. It was an accident!" I cried out.

"Sure it was you worthless piece of shit!" He yelled and threw me onto the floor. He kicked my stomach and my ribs repeatedly.

"Dad! Please stop!" He stopped and squatted down so he was I level to me. "You are pathetic. I can't believe you are my daughter. You should just kill yourself. No one will care." And with that he walked away.

I picked myself up and stumbled to my room. I was too scared to look in the mirror, but I did anyway. I slowly lifted up my shirt to reveal an already disgusting looking bruise. My dad usually doesn't hit my face because he has to take me out in public occasionally. I still have a red mark from when he slapped me though.

I know why he treats me like this. I killed my mom. She died giving birth to me. But I don't think that I really killed her. But my dad blames me. I basically took away the love of his life.

"Clean your self up you slut! We are going to the store in 20 minutes!"

That's just the prologue!!! I hope you enjoy the book!!!