Love Triangles

Alison's dad has abused her since the divorce. What happens when she moves in with her mom and find out that her mom lives next door to One Direction? All of a sudden they're caught in a triangle of love triangles and friendships and relationships are being put to the test.


1. Please stop

I pull up in my driveway and get out of my car. Why is school only 7 hours?? I walk in the house quietly, trying to make sure the door doesn't creak. I get in silently. I start tiptoeing up the stairs, I'm almost to the top when I hear the voice that haunts me every time I close my eyes, "ALISON LEE!!!" I take a deep breath, turn around, and start walking back down the stairs. I walk into the living room, go to the couch, and say, "Yes, Dad?" in the happiest voice I can manage, trying to choke back the tears. "What took you so long to get home? School gets out at 4:00 and it's 4:45. It doesn't take that long to drive home. You should have been home 15 minutes ago," he yells. "I-I-I'm sorry, I was getting gas. My tank was almost empty." "And you didn't think to text and let me know?!" He yells, standing up and walking towards me. "I-I'm s-sorry, it won't happen again," I say, trying to back up. "IT SURE AS HELL WON'T!!!" he screams, he continues to walk toward me and I try to back up, but he yells, "Don't try to get away from me you little bitch!" and he punches me in the gut. I fall to the floor and try not to cry. You would think I would be used to it by now, ever since the divorce 3 years ago, it's been like this. I wish I had gone with mom. He kicks me in the stomach repeatedly, he finally stops and says, "Dinner better be ready in an hour and a half you little whore," and with that, he walks away. I lie there and cry for about 5 minutes. I finally stand I up and hurry to my room. I stand in front of my body mirror and lift my shirt to look at my stomach. It's already starting to turn blue and purple, plus there are already black and blue bruises from all the last times. It hurts so much, but I know it's better than when he hits me in the face. At least I don't have to try to cover it up when it's on my stomach. I hate it here. I sit down on my bed and put my head in my hands and just cry.


I get home from school and walk in the front door. I can hear yelling, it's happening again. I hate it when my parents fight. It's been happening a lot lately. I hear something break. I tiptoe toward the kitchen and peer in without them seeing me. My dad throws a plate at my mom, she ducks, and it hits the wall. "STOP!!" she screams. "MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN HOME WHEN YOU SAID YOU WERE GONNA GET HOME SLUT!" "YOU KNOW WHAT I'M DONE! I HATE YOU AND I HATE IT HERE! I'M LEAVING!" my mom screams. She starts to walk towards the kitchen door, so I hurry and run back to the living room. I sit down on the couch and start digging in my backpack when my mom walks out with my father close behind. She walks to the door and my dad stands a few feet from the couch. "Come on, honey," my mom says to me. "No, stay here with me, baby, it'll get better now." my dad says. "No, honey, please come with Mommy, you're my everything. It can be just you and me, please," my mom pleads. "No, you don't want to leave your house, your school, all your friends," my dad says. "Please," my mom says. They both look at me and I just sit there. Finally I say, "Mommy, please stay. I don't want to have to choose. I want my mommy and my daddy. Please stay, we can keep being a family." My mom walks over to me and kneels down in front of me. She pushes a piece of hair out of my face and softly says, "Baby girl, I wish it was that easy, but I can't. I wish I could stay and we could be a happy family, but I can't. Me and Daddy are always fighting and that's not how I want you to grow up. It's not fair to you, but please, come with me. We can be happy." I start to cry and I hug her and say, "I'm trying to understand, but I can't. I can't go but you can stay," My mom tightly hugs me back as she starts to cry. She slips a paper in my pocket without my dad seeing and whispers, "Call me anytime." She finally lets go of me and gives me a kiss. She walks to the door and opens it, she starts to walk out, then she turns  to me, blows a kiss, and through her tears, she  says, "Baby girl, I love you. Forever and always. My arms will always be open. I love you." I nod and say, "I love you too, Mommy." She leaves and closes the door behind her. I grab my backpack and run right past my dad, up to my room. I lock the door look out the window. I cry as I watch her get into the car. She looks up and sees me. She blows a kiss and mouths the words, "Call anytime. I love you. Forever and always. I love you." I blow a kiss and mouth, "I love you too, Mommy. Forever and always. I love you too." She cries as she gets in the car and drives away. I wave and watch until she's out of sight. Then, I sit down on my bed and cry.                                                                           `~Flashback over~                                                                                                                                  I take my head out of my hands and wipe my tears. I get off my bed, kneel down on the floor, and pull a small box out from under my bed. I unlock the box and pull out the piece of paper my mom put in my pocket three years ago. I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial the number on the paper.                                                                                                                          

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