Holding on to what I have

Layla looks like any other teenage girl, she's pretty with long brown hair and green eyes. She's smart and has plenty of friends. But that's just the outside, on the inside she's breaking. Her parents just got a divorce and she lives with her dad who abuses her. Her mom just moved to London, Layla has had enough and she runs away and goes to her mother's house. While she's there she runs into the one and only Zayn Malik. She becomes friends with hum, but it seems like there is a romance brewing between him and her. Will she be too scared to let him into her life? Or will she finally open up to someone and let them in, let them help her with everything that has happened.

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2. I've had enough.

Layla's P.O.V.

"Bye Layla!" My friend Jackie called to me as I walked up to my house. "Bye!" I called back. I unlocked the front door and opened it. I was greeted with the smell of alcohol. Great, I thought to myself, he's probably drunk. I slowly and quietly closed the door. I tiptoed to the den and peeked in. My dad was passed-out on the couch with a beer bottle in his hand. As quiet as I could I walked to my room and locked the door. I set my backpack down and pulled out my phone. I had a text from my mum. I read it,

Hey honey, I'm really sorry that I left. But I couldn't take your father anymore. I hope you two are doing all right. I hope you can forgive me. ~Love Mum

I looked down at my arm. I pulled up the sleeve of my shirt to reveal the bruises from my father. Yeah mum, I'm doing just fine with him I think to myself. I hear someone walking down the hallway. "Lay, are you home?" I hear my father yell. I sigh, "Yeah dad! I'm in my room." I call. I hurry and unlock the door and st down on my bed and take out my homework. I hear my bedroom door open. I could smell him, he reeked "Why didn't you tell me you were home?" He yelled. He grabbed my arm and pushed me, I fell back on my bed. "I-I didn't want to wake you up." I whispered. "I DON"T CARE!" He yelled. He slapped my across the face, my check was burning and I saw stars. "I'm sorry." I mumbled. "Speak up!" He yelled. "I'm sorry!" I said louder this time. "Good, now stay in here and, and, um. Do you're homework or something." He slurred. He slammed my door as he walked out.

I started crying, trying to remember when he wasn't like this. Ever since my mom left over a year ago he's been like this. He used to be happy all the time and always wanted to go out and have fun. I wiped away the tears and sat down at my desk. Instead of doing my homework my hand went over to my wallet. I opened it and looked at how much I had inside. I had been saving my money so I could get away from him. I counted all of it. $3850, I smiled to myself. I had been taking money from him and my bank account at least every week. I walked over to my closet and grabbed all of my clothes and threw them into a bag, I didn't have much clothes. I reached under my bed and pulled out the small cooler I had that had food and water inside. I head really prepared for this moment. I grabbed all of my stuff and put my phone in my pocket. I opened up my window an crawled out. I took one last look at my room, my old life. And ran into down the street and towards the bus station.

 

**A/N** Sorry it's so short. I will try to make the next one longer. :)

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