Found. (A One Direction Fanfic)

Olivia is a 14 year old freshman girl who lives with her father. Ever since her mother died, her father has been very abusive to her. He kicks her, punches her, hits her, and even tries to kill poor Olivia! She runs away to an abandoned cabin and stays there until she meets someone she will never forget. Read to learn her crazy life trying to run away from her evil father, who wants her dead.

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8. Sneaking Out

Olivia POV-

Dylan- Well then you’re going to have to sneak out.

Sneak out? What???? I could never do that!

Me- I don’t think I can… They would KILL me if they found out!!!

Dylan- It’s fine! I mean YOLO right? ;)

I hate it whenever people use the word YOLO! It’s annoying! YOLO this, YOLO that! UGH!

Me- Alright… Meet me outside in about 10 minutes.

Dylan- That’s my girl! :)

--10 minutes later—

I have already told the boys I was tired and I am sitting in my room waiting for Dylan to show up. I jumped at the knock coming from the window. I opened it and Dylan climbed through.

“You ready?” he asked taking my hand.

“Sure,” I said awkwardly. I turned out my bedroom light and climbed out of the window after Dylan. About halfway down, my foot slipped and I fell. I squealed as I tumbled through the air. Thank goodness Dylan was there or else I would’ve landed face first on the pavement.

“You ok?” He asked once he set me down. I nodded and we headed towards the park. There were tons of people there. Guys carrying beers, girls in crop-tops and miniskirts, and then there was me. I was wearing jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. Everyone stared at me like I was from another planet.

“We do this every Sunday night to get ready for Monday,” Dylan said. He walked me over to a group of people.

“Hey guys! This is Olivia!” He introduced me to them. I smiled awkwardly. One girl in front snorted and whispered something to the girl next to her. They both start hysterically laughing. My smile faded and I turned to Dylan.

“Shut up Nicole,” Dylan said. She rolled her eyes, turned around, and started making out with a guy in a varsity jacket.

--30 minutes later—

By now, everyone is drunk except for me, the non-partier. I started walking towards the gates to the park when I felt someone drape their arm over my shoulder.

“Where are you going?” Dylan slurred.

“Home,” I replied.

“Oh no you aren’t! The party has just started!” He grabbed my wrist and dragged me back towards the drunk partiers.  I sat on a bench and watched all the drunkies have the time of their lives.  After a while, when Dylan was even more drunk than he was before, he came and sat next to me. He strongly gripped my chin and turned my head towards him, so I was looking him right in the eyes. He forced his lips against mine. I could taste the alcohol in his breath. Not knowing what to do, I went with my first instinct. I slapped him. I slapped him as hard as I could on his cheek. He let go of me to cradle his cheek. I stood up and tried to run, but he grasped onto my wrist. I yelped in pain as he yanked me down to the ground. He was towering over me, taking one last gulp of beer before screaming in my face. He brought his leg up and everything flashed before my eyes. All the kicking and screaming, punching and beating that I got from my wicked father. Dylan kicked me really hard right on my stomach. It wouldn’t’ have hurt as much if I didn’t have a huge cut and bruises on my stomach. I screamed in pain as he kicked me once again.

                My vision started to blur as everyone started laughing at the dumb girl lying on the ground as Dylan kept kicking me. Finally, he stopped. I stumbled to my feet and limped away from the party. I walked home as fast as I could without falling over in pain. I walked right through the front door and tried to get up the stairs. I ended up crawling to my bedroom. I sat on my bed and slid off my skinny jeans. I stared at my hurt ankle. It was super swollen and purple. I barely touched it with my hand and flinched. It’s definitely sprained, if not broken. I wobbled over to the bathroom and wet a washcloth. I threw on some spankey’s and lay on my bed. I softly lay the wet washcloth along my swollen ankle and rested it on a pillow. My phone buzzed from across the bed.

Dylan- Party-pooper!!!!

I suddenly got a bunch of texts saying things like “Wimp!!” or “You’re no fun! Loser!” I threw my phone down on my bed. I haven’t even gone yet and half the school hates me!

---------------------------------------------------The Next Morning---------------------------------------------------------------

                I wake up to Louis yelling at me to get out of bed.

“Nooooo!” I whine.

“Yessssss!” He replies, mocking me.

“Fine,” I stood up, forgetting all about my ankle and fall right over. I look up to find Louis staring at my injured ankle in disgust.

“What’s going on up here?” Harry asks as he walks into my room, the other boys following behind him. Harry followed Louis’s gaze to my ankle. “What happened?!” He asked, worriedly. I was so nervous! What do I say? Do I lie? Do I tell them the truth? ARGH!

“If I tell you guys, you’ll hate me…” I said, staring at the ground. They kept reassuring me they won’t hate me as long as I tell them the truth. I still didn’t answer. I could tell Harry was getting irritated with me.

“We’ll take you to the doctor,” Harry said. “On one condition.”

“Yes?” I asked looking up at him.

“You tell us every little detail about what happened.” Oh no… I can’t tell them!

“And if I don’t tell you?” I asked.

“You get your phone taken away.” Great. Liam and Zayn helped me up and carried me to the closet. I grabbed a pair of tan short shorts and a loose green shirt. The boys left me to change. I tucked in my shirt and let it hang over my shorts. I hobbled over to the bathroom and loosely curled my hair. I put on some light makeup and grabbed a pair of white lacey ‘Toms.’ I limped over to the stairs and Niall hurried to help me to the car.

                Once everyone was seated in the car (Harry in the driver’s, me in the passenger’s side, Louis and Niall in the middle, and Liam and Zayn in the back), Harry turned to me and looked at me sternly.

“Now that I’m taking you to the doctor, you have to tell us what happened,” he said. I giggled a bit.

“Harry, the car hasn’t even started yet! How do I know that if I tell you, you won’t drag me inside and ground me?” I asked. He tightened his grip on the wheel and started the car. We drove to the doctor’s in silence. To lighten the mood, I turned on the radio. ‘Pound the Alarm’ By: Nicki Minaj was on so I turned it up a bit. I smiled and looked out the window. Harry sighed and turned the radio off. I frowned and slumped in my seat. The car ride was dreadful! No one was saying a single word! I tried making a joke, but no one paid attention. Bad mood much? Humph.

                We arrived at the doctor’s office and Niall carried me in on his back. I was laughing my head off, but everyone else had completely straight faces. Since we didn’t schedule an appointment, we had to wait for about an hour until we could go back. Even Dr. Guystein was in a bad mood today…

------------------------------------------------------After Doctor’s Office---------------------------------------------------------

                We finally left the doctor’s office at around 1:30. I ended up seriously breaking my ankle in 4 different places. I have a bright pink cast on my right leg and I have to walk around with crutches for a while. Thanks a lot Dylan. I pulled out my phone to text Dylan and ‘thank’ him for what he did to me.

Me- Thanks a lot Dylan… I broke my ankle in four places. You happy no-

Then, Harry snatched my phone from my hands before I could finish typing.

“Won’t be needing this anymore!” He said.

“What?” I asked trying to snatch it back. He started reading my text that I was about to send. Oh no…

“Alright, I need you to tell me what happened right this second!” He yelled at me. How do I start? I snuck out and went to a party last night?

 “Well, there’s this guy-“I started but was interrupted by Harry.

“A guy?!?! What’s his name?” He asked fiercely.

“Dylan,” I replied.

“Dylan??? That skunk bag that was flirting with you?” I nodded. He gestured for me to keep going. I went on with my story, telling so much detail in the parts before the party.

“Alright, get on with your point or I’ll throw your phone out the window!” He said. I mumbled so he couldn’t hear me.

“Speak up!” He demanded. I sat up straight, cleared my throat and said, as loudly and clearly as possible “I snuck out with Dylan last night and went to a party. Everyone was drunk except for me! I tried to leave but Dylan just dragged me back. Then, he tried to kiss me and I slapped him. That’s when things went downhill. He pushed me to the ground and beat me up in front of everybody.” I lifted up my shirt so they could she my scarred and bruised stomach. Now, the tears were flowing out of my eyes. All the boys gasped when they saw my stomach.

                The story took up the whole car ride. I slowly hobbled to the house and plopped down on the couch. Louis picked me up and placed me in the recliner. All the boys sat on the couch and examined my every move. I turned the recliner around and turned on the telly. I was flipping through the channels when the remote was removed from my hand. Liam and Harry were standing in front of me, arms crossed. Liam switched off the telly and Harry spun my chair around so I was facing the couch.

“Hey!” I said as Liam and Harry took a seat on the couch.

“We need to talk,” Zayn exclaimed. I sighed. Here comes the punishment.

“You’re grounded until you get that cast taken off,” Harry said, sternly.

“What!?” I yelled. “You can’t do that! I’m not your child! Therefore, you cannot ground me!”

“Oh, yes we can! You want to go back to your ‘family’?” Harry yelled, lifting my shirt and tracing the scar. I flinched from the pain. I looked down at my lap.

“Now, let’s get our rules straight.”

Here are the multiple rules:

I cannot leave the house unless one of the boys are with me I have to be in bed by 10 o’clock I have to finish my homework before I do ANYTHING else I cannot watch the telly at all while I’m grounded I can only have my phone at school and I cannot text before or after school

And I bunch of other useless rules. There goes my freedom…

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