Where Have You Been All My Life? -A Harry Styles FanFiction

Kat has been through a tough month. She stood by and watched her mom being shot and her father abuses her every night. What happens when Kat runs away to her favorite park and sees someone's already there?


2. Dads Home

I sat in my bed all alone. There was no one ever here to comfort me when I woke up from my sleep. My brother was sleeping over at his girlfriends, again. And my dad was probably at a bar getting drunk. After mom died, he would always go to the nearest bar and come home drunk. I mean like really drunk. But I liked it when he wasn't here, he wouldn't abuse me then.
I guess after mom died dad just gave up on life. But he was always very angry at me. He blamed me for my moms death and I agreed with him.
Just then, I heard the front door open and someone stumble in. "KATTTT!"my dad yelled. He probably didn't even care that it was 3 in the morning, he just wanted someone to release his anger onto. I was scared and I didn't want to be abused any longer, so I stayed in bed and pretended to be asleep. Well that was a huge mistake.
I heard my dad walk clumsily up the stairs and barge into my room. "God Kat. Why are you so lazy. You could be doing something way more productive than this, instead of laying your lazy ass down!" His words hurt me, I don't know why, they just did. He always screamed at me. And I always believed the things he said. Next thing I know I was being thrown over my fathers shoulder and carried to his bedroom. He threw me down on the bed and started to yell at me. "I can't believe you're sleeping you little slut! I work hard every day to keep a roof over your head and this is how you repay me?" I started to whimper as I saw him raise his hand. He threw his fist at my face and hit my nose. I felt the warmth of blood trickle down my face an into my mouth. But This was nothing compared to what he normally did to me. He would normally go downstairs, take a knife and carve designs down my arms or he would make me burn myself on the stove.
He then yelled at me and said, "Kat. Why are you so dang ugly. Why couldn't I have been given a pretty daughter who looked just like her mother? You should be lucky that I don't let you out of this house. You would get laughed at and bullied at how atrocious look!" He just laughed at me. His words had hit me right in the heart. I knew he was right. I was ugly. I didn't deserve to even be on this planet. I was about to burst into tears at what he said. But I knew if I even let out a tear it would result in punishment. But I couldn't help it. I just couldn't take it anymore. His nasty words had finally became too hurtful and I just started bawling. My dad just stared at me. "Are you serious? You are such a crybaby you whore!" He said while laughing at me. Next thing I remember was being punched so hard in my stomach that I blacked out.
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