Save You Tonight. 

Prologue.
A One Direction Fan-Fiction.

"Where've you been?" a deep voice slurred.
The lump in my throat seemed to become larger as I hung up my coat. My silent steps towards the living room made my heart pound wildly, threatening to jump out of my chest. I exhaled as I took in the smell of alcohol, and I watched him saunter forwards towards me. This was the man I had to call my step-father.
"You deaf, girl? I said, where've you been?" he yelled, clasping my arm tightly.
I cringed. I tried to speak, but no words escaped. I yanked my arm back, murmuring, "I was at Emma's."
"Emma? Who's this chick?" he asked, slightly amused.
I sighed. "My friend."
"No boys?" his long fingers reached out to tilt my chin up to meet his piercing eyes.
"No," I whispered innocently.
He smirked, then carried me up to his bedroom. I didn't try to fight or protest, I already knew what the consequences were if I even squirmed. He locked the door with a satisfied expression, then tossed me onto the bed. Silent tears dripped down my cheeks, and he noticed them.
"Don't be such a baby," he hissed, slapping me clean across my face.
I nodded and whimpered helplessly. "Besides," he muttered. "You want this."
I didn't argue as he began to unbutton my silk cream blouse. His slobbery kisses danced upon my chest, his hands quickly going down to unzip his fly. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as soon as he had exposed the both of us, and I winced as he probed every inch of my body. Shivers ran up my spine and lingered there; sending chills to the tips of my fingers and toes.
He finished off with me by kissing me forcifully. I squeezed my eyes shut as he took one of his fingers and placed it on my lips.
"No word of this goes to your mother, do you hear me?" he said through clenched teeth.
I nodded. "I hear you," I whisper, having no choice.
He leaves the room, content with how things went, leaving me in sobs. With no one to turn to, I slip on my clothes and rush to my own room. Eyeing the sparkling glint of my razor blade, I reach for it with trembling hands and roll up my sleeve. I slowly add another clear, bloody line to my collection of scars on my wrist.
Then I cry until my eyes hold no more tears; not because of the pain, but because the relief is so beautiful.

You're probably thinking: this isn't One Direction! Don't worry, the boys come in soon. Hope you guys liked it!(:
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