1. I hate him.
""SCARLETT, GET YOUR LAZY ASS DOWN HERE NOW... OR ELSE!!!" His voice echoed through the house sending a shiver down my spine. I hate him, i hate every little thing about him. His appearance,his voice, even his smell makes me want to cut him up into tiny little pieces... "SCARRRRLLLEETTT!!!" Another shout boomed through the house bringing me back to my senses.
"Im..m..mm com..mm..i..nn..gg!!" I managed to stutter out. I shot of her bed like a rocket and raced down the stairs as fast as I could. All the time thinking to myself 'its going to be okay, you will be fine', but i knew i couldn't be more wrong... I knew that i was about to face another painful beating to and i could do nothing about it.
I had just hit the bottom step when the first blow hit me across my right cheek...
*The next morning*
I woke up to the sounds of my old, useless radio crackling out a song, i lay there for while. My whole body ached and my cheeks burned from multiple slaps. Every thing came rushing back to me... The beating, my dad banning me from ever seeing my best friend again, as everything came flooding back into my mind i panicked. I rolled up into a little ball hiding myself from he world, my breathing became heavy and salty hot tears streamed down my face.
What made me stop panicking though was the song, it calmed me, i listened to the lyrics: "Diana, let me be the one to light a fire inside those eyes, you've been lonely, you don't even know me, but i can feel you crying..." One Direction...that was it, the band that everyone adored. People say that they save lives, well maybe they can save mine. This is what made me jump into action.