Found. (A One Direction Fanfic)

Olivia is a 14 year old freshman girl who lives with her father. Ever since her mother died, her father has been very abusive to her. He kicks her, punches her, hits her, and even tries to kill poor Olivia! She runs away to an abandoned cabin and stays there until she meets someone she will never forget. Read to learn her crazy life trying to run away from her evil father, who wants her dead.


1. Abused

Olivia's POV-
I heard my father slam the front door and stomp up the stairs to my bedroom.
"You are in so much trouble Olivia!" He yells at me. I look up to him innocently, not knowing what I had done.
"Wha-" I started but I was interrupted.
"Where were you last night?" He asked, his voice full of anger.
"In my room," I replied, on the verge of tears. He was always yelling at me for who knows what. He slapped me and I collapsed to the floor.
"What did I tell you about lying to me?! That you would just get yourself hurt!" He yelled, bending down so he was only inches from my face. A tear slipped from my eye and rolled down my cheek. "You were probably at the club, gettin' it on and getting wasted! Weren't you!?" He spat in my face.
"No!" I yelled back. "I was at the park with Jada and Makenzie!" He looked at me with pure hatred. A tear slipped down my cheek as I remembered the happy times we had when Mother was still alive. He kicked my leg. "That's what you get for lying," he said. "And this-" he kicked my stomach as hard as he could "-is what you get for sneaking out!" I clutched my stomach and screamed out in pain. He watched me with a grin on his face as tears poured down my face. He walked out of my room once I had started to calm down.
It was like the kick in the stomach had messed with my cowardliness because I ran straight to my door and screamed as loud as I could "I HATE YOU! I WISH YOU WOULD'VE DIED INSTEAD OF MOTHER!" He stopped dead in his tracks. I watched in fear of what he would do next as he turned around and gave me a death glare. He walked towards me and I took a step back. He chuckled evilly at this. "Still scared of me, huh? Well then you shouldn't have said that. Now your gonna pay," he said. My eyes widened in fear as he stepped right in front of me. I winced as he brought his hand up to hit me. Then, his phone rang. "Your lucky this time," he said before turning around and answering his phone. Before I could think, I grabbed a really big book and hit him in the back of the head with it. He stood perfectly still.
"I'm gonna have to call you back," he said before hanging up the phone. He turned to me and reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. My whole body stiffened. He went through the different sizes of knifes until he found the biggest one. He walked towards me with a devilish smile on his face.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do this," he said, sliding his fingers across the blade of the knife. I didn't know what to do. The door was on the other side if the room. My heart was pounding in my chest. The only way out was the window.
I threw the book as hard as I could at the window and the glass shattered. I ran over to it before my father could do anything and I jumped out. I screamed and landed with a thud on the ground. I held my stomach. It hurt from when he had kicked me and the jagged glass on the window had cut me when I jumped out.
I saw my father run to the window. He held something in his hand. It was the knife. He threw it and it landed right in front of my feet. I jumped up and ran for my life. I ran until the sun set behind the mountains. I ran until the stars shone in the sky. I ran until I had absolutely no clue where I was.
I stopped in front of an old abandoned house. I walked inside and tried to find a light switch. I felt over the walls until I found one and turned it on. I was surprised that it still worked.
I walked over to the small couch in the center of a small room. I lay down and instantly fell asleep. I was worn out from all this running from my father.
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