AGE: 15
WARNINGS: abuse, violence, blood
WORDS: 1463
❝ love you to the moon and to saturn ❞
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Y/N'S POV:
No matter what I do, it's not enough. My dad hates me. Ever since my mom died, he became different. It started with his grief, he'd ignore me for days on end. I was grieving too, I needed my father, but he was too busy drinking away his problems.
His grief somehow turned into massive anger issues. I would get thrown against the wall, kicked at full force, punched in the face and get objects thrown at my head.
What did I do to deserve this? I think as he slaps me across my face, leaving a red mark. "YOU BITCH! I told you to take out the trash by the time I got home. What's it still doing here?!" He screams those words right into my face. Lately he's been getting angry at every single thing I do, or don't do.
I look at the floor with tears streaming down my face. "Huh?! Speak up!" He spits in my face. I can smell he's been drinking again.
"Sorry, I was doing my schoolwork." I say quietly.
He grabs me by my hoodie and throws me against the kitchen counter. I could swear I heard something crack, was it my bone?
He throws a bottle of beer against the wall right above me. It shatters into pieces and one manages to slash right across my cheek, leaving a deep cut.
Blood seeps from the cut as I run upstairs in quite a lot of pain. I might've broken a few ribs.
I put on a hoodie and sweatpants, grab my shoes and jacket and sneak down the stairs just to find him passed out on the couch.
I run out of the house, I run and run until I get dizzy.
I enter the first alleyway I see and sit down against a brick wall. I shiver, it's quite cold as it's December.
— Time skip: 3 days
All I've done is sit here. I haven't gotten up, I haven't eaten or drank anything. I feel like shit, both physically and mentally. There is dried blood all over my face, a bruised mark of my dads hand, and my chest hurts, badly.
My sobs fill the quiet alleyway. I curl myself up in a ball, I bring my knees up to my chest and rest my head on my knees as I sob my heart out.
I suddenly hear a voice and immediately flinch. I look around to see a blonde haired woman standing behind me.
I take a good look at her only to realise seconds later that she is the Taylor Swift.
TAYLORS POV:
It's rare that I go on a walk because of paparazzi, but I just needed to clear my head. As I'm walking, I hear loud sobbing coming from an alleyway. My curiosity got me to go see where it's coming from.
I see a girl, all curled up just crying. She's covered in dirt and bruises. She has a massive mark on her face that looks like a handprint, and not to forget, a cut that has not been cleaned up at all. There's dried up blood and the wound is definitely infected. This poor girl, I wonder what happened.
"Oh my god, are you alright?" I say. She didn't hear or see me coming because she flinched
and there's tears still streaming down her face.
"You're Taylor Swift." she chokes out.
Right yes. Sometimes I forget I'm famous, but right now I hope this won't scare her off, I just want to help her.
Y/N'S POV:
