Niall Horan Is My Guitar Teacher?!? *editing*

Chapter 7: Finally Free

Lizzie's P.O.V

Two weeks have gone by really fast.

I caught up with Eric every day.

Turns out he is 22 and he already graduate from college.

I almost learned every chord there is in the guitar.

Niall and I have practiced almost everyday.

We have gone on some dates but as friends.

Nothing more.

But I wish it could be.

I became really close friends with Harry.

He is like another brother to me.

The two weeks being over means I have to go back to that death house.

I was in the car with Niall driving to my house.

We got in front of my house and I looked at Niall.

"What ever he does to you...please...don't try to kill yourself or harm your self...please" Niall said holding onto my hand.

"I promise" I said.

I kissed his cheek and got out of the car.

I went inside my house and up to my room.

I set my guitar down and went downstairs.

Got some cleaning to do.

Once I cleaned up my dad came through the door.

He looked very angry.

"What is this?!" he yelled.

He showed me a magazine and Niall and I were on the cover.

"I don't know who that is" I said.

"Liar!" he yelled slapping me with the magazine.

"I told you not to do anything stupid!" he yelled kicking me.

"It wasn't  stupid!" I yelled back.

"Of course it is! You never listen to me! You worthless brat!" he yelled.

He picked me up by my hair and threw me to the front door.

It bursts open and I stood up to start running but my dad caught me by my wrist and pulled me back inside.

"You are never leaving this house again!" he yelled.

He took out a knife and started digging it into my skin on my arm.

I screamed out in pain.

"What's going on here?!" a man yelled.

I think he was our neighbor.

My dad stood up

. I mouthed to my neighbor 'Help Me'.

He nodded.

"What are you doing sir?" he asked.

"I...uh...she feel and hurt her arm. I was helping her up" my dad said.

"oh really. That explains the knife in your hand" he said.

"You listen to me. If you tell anybody I will kill you" my dad said getting closer.

"To late" my neighbor said.

I heard the sirons coming closer and closer.

"Shit. Get up!" my dad yelled.