The Dancer (Zayn Malik Punk AU)

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After running and running, I realized that I was in the park. I walked over to the bench, and laid down. "Just a 30 minute nap...", I said to myself as my eyes started to droop.

2 Hours Later....

As I awake, I looked at my surroundings...seemed veryyy familiar. The stench of alcohol and smoke filled my nose as I realized where I am. Back in this hell hole of a "home". I got up quietly and was getting ready to escape once again. "Where do you think you're going slut?! You thought you could escape me?" His taunting voice snarled at me. My eyes widen as I turned to face him. The man that I once called "father", the man that I used to bond with, and the man that I used to love. I didn't answer him, instead I just stared at him with rage.

"YOU CANT KEEP ME HERE FOREVER BILL!", As the newfound voice emerged from my lips, he walked horrifyingly slow towards me. He stared down at me like I was a chihuahua and he was an alpha wolf. "I don't plan on keeping you after tonight. Now go get dressed for work." He creepily smirked as he said,"I have a surprise for you waiting at the club" I didn't move, I just stood there. "GO!!!", I shot up the stairs as his loud voice rumbled.
As I made it to my room, I got dressed in my lingerie for the strip club. I looked in the mirror and a tear escaped my eye. "If only my mom was here..."

At the club....

As I stand behind the curtain waiting for my cue, I couldn't help but wonder what did my dad have in store for me. "Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Lucious J!!!" The curtain lifted and I heard the song "Dirty Dancer by Enrique" beginning to play. Don't get me wrong I absolutely HATED working here, but the pay is good. After finishing up my routine, I collected my money and went straight to my dad to give it to him. His orders, of course. When I made it over to him, I saw him chatting with a dangerously hot guy. He looked to be about 20. "Jessica! Come here for a sec", Bill yelled over the music. I walked over. "Zayn, meet my daughter, Jessica", He spoke as he gestured and smiled towards me. I rolled my eyes at the "good father" act. Zayn or whoever he is, looked me up and down while biting his lip.

"She's perfect Mr. Graham. I'll take her", Zayn said. My eyes lit up as he spoke. "Take her?" I asked horrified yet curiously. "Yes Jessica. This young many is willing to pay an extraordinary amount of money for you to be his personal maid.", Bill said. "I'm not doing it! You can't just auction me off like some prostitute! Im your DAUGHTER!!", I yelled furiously through tears. "Yes, YOU are my daughter. The daughter who caused the death of my beloved wife. Now go with him or we will have to escort you out of here.", Bill replied.

I didn't move, I stood there as I stared at Zayn's smirking face. "GUARDS!!", I heard as Bill yelled. All of a sudden, I was lifted off of the ground and put inside of a fancy car. Soon Zayn accompanied me in the back seat. "Take us home Harry", He ordered the driver. Tears were pouring out of my eyes as he grabbed my cheeks to look at him. "We're gonna have a lot of fun" he smirked as he forced his lips on mines. I screamed, punched and kicked but I was weak.

As he forced himself on me, I couldn't help but think...."What did I do to deserve this?"

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I know it's short and probably sucks, but the next chapter will be better. Hopefully.
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