Jasmine Snow isn't a normal 16 year old. Usually teenagers grow up with the occasional argument with their father or mother, but Jasmine doesn't have arguments. If she says something that is rude to her father, she gets beaten. What happens next? Read to find out.
-Harry Styles fan fic-


1. Chapter 1

Jasmine's P.O.V

I sat on my bed with my laptop open scrolling through my twitter dashboard when I heard a door slam. Great, Daniel is home.

If you're wondering, Daniel is my father but he doesn't act like it. He was fine until my mother and him divorced. He's convinced me of many things, and one of those things is that it's my fault that he and my mother got divorced.

"Whore, get down here." Daniel demanded. I shut my laptop and hid it in my mattress. I quietly walked until I was stood in front of him. "Where's my dinner, slut?" He asked, rudely. 

"Erm, I didn't make it." I said quietly.

"What did you just say?"

"Umm, I forgot to make it." As I managed to speak Daniel slapped me across my cheek. 

"Now what are you going to do, skank?"

"Run away?" I whispered.

"Speak up!" His voice boomed through the house.

"I'll go make your dinner now sir." I replied. He kicked my backside and pushed me into the kitchen. He locked the kitchen doors so I couldn't get out. Smart. Since I'm going to be in here for a while I decided to make up a plan to escape.


In ten minutes I decided to make him soup and a sandwich. I wasn't up for much work. I also made an extra sandwich for myself. As I was making his sandwich I decided to look into the mirror that was in our kitchen. (I don't know why it was there, mom just hung it there when I was little and there it stayed" My face looked fat, full of purple bruises and I had two black eyes.

"Is my dinner done yet? And don't even think about sneaking any food, you're already fat enough." He was right, I was fat enough. I decided to just give him the sandwich I had made for myself.

In about twenty minutes the soup was done. I poured it into a bowl and placed the two sandwiches and the soup on a tray. I brought the tray out to Daniel.

"Good job,whore. You may go now" He said as he took a bite of his sandwich. 

I started upstairs. 'I will get away' I said quietly to myself. 'I will get away'


A/N/ Hey guys. So what did you think of this chapter? Should I continue?

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