Your Broken Heart

Chapter 3

A/N SURPRISE! EARLY UPDATE! HOPE YOU ENJOY! P.S. THIS CHAPTER DOES HAVE SOME SWEARING, BECAUSE IM TRYING TO KEEP THE STORY AS REAL AS POSSIBLE.

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The blood pounds in my ears as I grip the steering wheel, my knuckles white. How dare this happened, to me, of all people! Most people think I'm lucky, Zayn Malik, from One Direction being my brother and all. But all I've ever wanted was to be normal. Just going to high school, with no bruises covering my body, or blood stained shirts, or always the fear of going home.

All of the sudden, all the anger leaves me, and I just feel damn tired. I pull over to a rest stop, and just sit in the car, thinking. Pretty soon, a flashback overtakes me.

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I slowly open the door, praying that my dad doesn't hear. I slide in, and close it ever so slightly. I took my shoes off outside, so there would be no sound on our wooden floors. I literally tip toe up the stairs, not making one noise in fear that he would hear me.

I reach the top step, and gently put my foot down. The step creaks ever so quietly. My blood freezes, my body not moving an inch. I stay like like for a few seconds, before continuing on. That's when the door opens.

He walks out into the hallway, his greasy hair laying flat on his head, his face a ghastly white with sunken eyes, and his teeth a horrible shade of yellow.

This is my dad.

He limps towards me, with a smile that screams run. He stumbles slightly, so I know he's drunk, like always. He falls into a chair, and I hope that he forgets about me, until he says,"Iris, get over here!" With a slurred voice. I walk over, dread pouring over me, knowing I have no choice but to obey.

"Your a worthless piece of shit, you know that? I don't even know why I keep you. I mean, you don't even talk!" He says, his foul breath blowing over me, as I stand in terror. He then slaps me, right across the cheek, powerful enough to knock me to the ground. My cheek stings painfully, but I know it will get a lot worse.

"You know what you are?" He asks, not waiting for an answer,"A horror! And you know damn well to!"

I shiver in fear as he kicks me in the stomach, and I double over. My dad then grabs my wrist, and yanks it back so hard, I hear a crack. The whole time, he's laughing like a maniac. I scream in pain. He goes in for another hit, when my brother bursts through the door.

"What the hell is going on?!" Zayn screams as he looks to me lying on the floor. I just groan in pain.

Zayn then turns to our dad, the look in his eye murderous. He walks up, and punches him across the face, sending him sprawling. My dad gets up, and is about to hit back when Zayn knocks him down. I lay on the ground, scared. I didn't know Zayn could do so much damage. Pretty soon, my dad is laying there on the ground, passed out, just as bloody as I am.

Zayn then turns, and rushes next to me. "Oh God Iris, what happened?" He says, closing his eyes. I try to move back, still a little frightened of what I saw.

"Iris, it's ok, I won't hurt you," Zayn says softly, putting a hand on my leg. I then fall apart, the tears dripping down my face as I lean in and cry in his arms.

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I was never able to make up for that moment to Zayn, and now he probably doesn't even remember. A lonely tear falls down my face, and I harshly brush it away. No, no more tears today.

Soon I hear someone tapping on the window, and I roll it down to see Harry, looking concerned.

"Hey Iris, I've been looking everywhere for you." He says softly.

I don't feel like talking right now, so I just unlock the doors, and he walks around and gets in the other side, closes the door, and opens his arms. I lean in, and he wraps his arms around me, as we share our horrible grief.

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A/N Hope you liked the early update! I just got this idea into my head and had to write! If you guys could, I'm asking for 10 votes this time! Think you can do it?

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