Broken (1D)

He's broken. But so am I. We're all broken. Like mirrors, one tap and they shatter. Gone forever.
Adeline is not your normal 16 year old. Her mother died when she was 12. Leaving her with her alcoholic and abusive father. Four year later, Adeline still isn't over the pain of her mother's passing. Mentally and physically. She never expected the ever so famous One Direction to help her get back on track from her old life. But maybe they won't. Maybe they will realize that they are more broken than they thought...


6. Scars

This chapter gets kinda intense so if you are sensitive, skip this chapter. I can give a summary in the next chapter if it's a big deal, like in a dream or something. 




Adelines POV

Harry had stayed with me most of the day. We just hung out and talked in my room. His past, my past, parents, funerals, school, friends, you name it, we talked about it. I told him why I had cut before, showed him the scars on my wrist...

"You're not the only one with scars..." Harry said.

He slowly took off his shirt revealing several scars all over. 

"After" he paused "after my dad's death, mom and I both started to get really stressed out. We didn't talk much, and that's when I started to cut. I missed my dad, but his death just broke me and my mom's relationship with each other." He was crying now, but so was I.

"Same with me..." I started to pull up my shirt showing only my stomach, revealing all of my scars also.

Suddenly, from downstairs, we heard yelling. oh shit. I thought. He's drunk. No! He promised to get better. Harry slowly got up to lock the door. He was about halfway there when my dad started yelling


Harry ran to the door, but my dad got there first.


He shoved Harry against the wall so hard, I thought he would fall unconscious.

"Okay bitch... it's your turn"

I was paralysed with fear, but I tried not to show it.

My dad pulled a knife from his pocket and clicked it open, and started to guide it along my leg. It hurt like hell, not gonna lie. I couldn't do anything about it. I knew because it had happened before. 

"BITCH listen to me now. Next time, it's your throat..."

He kept murmuring stuff to me, then all of a sudden, BAM. My dad fell to the floor with a thud. I saw Harry behind him, with one of my old diaries in his hands, head bleeding, and breathing hard.

"I'm so sorry, Adeline, I forgot lacy went to work today. I would've done something sooner if I had known."

I sat there, shivering, not from cold, but from fear. My leg was still bleeding, and I just shook, seeing my dad with blood slowly trickling down his head, down on the floor. 

Harry picked me up bridal style and we left my room. We went into his room and he set me down on his bed, pulled a blanket over me, then left the room.

He came back with some hydrogen peroxide and some band-aids. He got all the blood off my leg and put band-aids on the cut. 

After I had stopped crying, Harry and I went downstairs and got every alcohol related drink that there was, including the wine, and even the sparkling apple drink that Liam loved, and hid it in Harry's room. 


My dad had woken up and immediatly went to the bar, Harry had left to the store, so I was left alone in my room when Louis walked in.


"Hi Louis"

"Whats up?"

"Adeline, your throat and this knife are about to become best friends."

And I screamed as loudly as a could when he plunged the knife deep into my throat... 

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