Only You (Louis fanfiction)

Kelsey is just a normal 17 year old girl. other than the fact that her mother passed away when she was 15 and that her father became abusive ever since. Oh and she dropped out of school due to bullying. She dances to deal with all the pain. Kelsey feels so alone. What will happen when she is forced to help the biggest boy band, which she hated, One Direction? Will she finally find someone who cares for her, who loves her?

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3. Home...

Kelsey's POV

I walked slowly. I don't want to go home, who knows what Chris will do today. This is always the part of the day I hate, going home to face my drunk father. To take my mind off of the things he might do to me, I turned on my little pocket radio. Can you guess what song was playing? No, you can't? Well it's 'What Makes you Beautiful'. Just what I wanted to listen to, eh? I just sighed and and continued walking. Wait, what time is it? I take out my phone to check the time, 4:05. Oh okay. Wait, 4:05! My dads gonna kill me! I'm supposed to be home from school at 4!

I started running and running as fast as I could but it didn't make a difference. I was too far away so I just stopped running. What was he doing to do to me? I started thinking of the horrible things he's done. Then I remembered. The scar. A tear ran down my face but I quickly wiped it away and started running again. I couldn't let that happen again. No, I just couldn't do it. 

I ran for about 8-10 minutes straight before I was at my front door. I quietly opened the home so my father wouldn't hear it. That was a success. But then I tripped on the little gap that separated the main floor of the house to the front steps. "Kelsey! Is t-that you!" I heard my father call out. I started to tremble uncontrollably. Dammit! That gap freaking made my life ten times worse! I could've been out of here my now! I could be happy right now! But no. The gap and my clumsiness prevented me from doing that. "Y-yes father. It's me" I could already feel the tears steaming down my face.

"Where have you been? I told you 4 o'clock everyday you have to be home!" He slapped me across the face. I fell to the floor and struggled not to let the tears escape my eyes. "What do you not understand about that? 4 o'clock!" He started hitting me and kicking me again. I couldn't help it anymore. The tears streamed down my face and I couldn't stop them. He then forcefully hit my head against the wall. I fell to the floor while letting me eyes shut slowly...

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