Abused...( A Harry Styles Fanfiction) ©

I never really understood what i did wrong, what i did to deserve a life like this...
I feel like cutting it loose sometimes, but that's what others do, and i'm not like others. I have hope. My life may be terrible right now, but things change; some for the best and others...not so much...My life is weird, but it's mine and no-one can snatch that away from me...

If you enjoy stories with suspense, unexpected plot twists, drama, love and realism...then you've picked the right story! cx


1. Chapter 1

Here i am.  Alone, with no-one to hold and cherish me in their arms. I never felt how it was to be loved; and i don’t know if i ever will...

Ouch! The pain was too immense, blood dribbling down my forehead like how rain drops would slide down a window. I sat there, in the corner of my tiny bedroom curled up into the tightest ball you could imagine; thinking that it would relieve the pain and agony i was feeling at that point. My tears pouring out of my eyes like Niagara Falls as my mother pounded my head once again with a metal pipe. How was i not unconscious yet? My vision began to get blurry.

I suddenly got awoken by the annoying sound of my alarm. I was quite glad that it had waken me up; weird, i know. The scene of my mother hitting me countless times replayed in my head over and over again. I felt like nothing...my mother hates me; she blames me for father leaving us. That’s why she started abusing me. Every time she remembered father she would hit me, which was literally always. How are you supposed to forget about someone when you have pictures of them down your hallway, in your bedroom and every other room in the house? I don’t understand!

I’m 19 years now, living ... no where really; the streets you could say. How i got here you may ask? Well, i ran away. I couldn’t take it anymore. All my life i spent hiding from life, from freedom. From everything, and i could easily blame my mum for that. So that’s why i did it, i ran away. Just the thought of escaping makes me feel free, like i can do whatever i want and live my life to the fullest. But we all know that happiness doesn’t last forever. She’s probably out there now, searching aimlessly for me, ready to beat the living daylights out of me. It’s like a demon had taken over her and its only goal in life was to hurt me and cause me pain. Physically and emotionally.

“Hey there” i jerked my head up from the sound of a boy around my age, green eyes, brown hair. I sat there staring at him shocked that he was speaking to me. I have always been bullied, and people tend to try their hardest to not speak to me.”Are you going to say something” he said politely adding a slight chuckle at the end. He was smiling at me showing of his pearly white teeth. “Sorry, hello. I was just thinking about something” i said looking up into his eyes. “What were you thinking about” i thought for a second. Should i tell him? Stranger danger you know. Eh, oh well: might as well tell him, i don’t really know him what harm can it cause right? So i told him, everything from being a loving family to being an only child with no dad and an abusive mother, and then running away.

I looked up at the boy who was sitting next to me on the blue bench. I saw a hint of sorrow on his face but it washed away in matter of seconds. He had a blank expression, weird. Why wasn’t he crying? It was a pretty sad story if i say so myself. I stared at him for a while in hope to find some emotion on his face. I looked at him a little longer to see the corners of his mouth tug to the side a little, forming a sly smirk, an evil smirk, not a good smirk...a bad smirk. My heart began to race and i started to worry, my breathing got heavier and heavier. What was going on? “I got her!...” Got her? Got who? My mouth dropped open as reality kicked in. Mother. It was her! All her! She had found me...

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