Taken;Zayn Malik

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Hey i know it's been awhile since I last wrote a chapter but hey im here now and that's all that matters right? Ok now anyway let's get started with the chapter.

Warning:self harm

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Carters pov

I don't know why I did it.

It just kind of happened.

I wasn't thinking.

I didn't realize what I had done until the pain actually hit me. I looked down at my wounded arm. I actually enjoy the pain but I probably shouldn't of had done it. This is my first time doing it. I start cleaning everything thing up so my dad won't get suspicious about of what I had done. I don't want him knowing that I did this he'll be so disappointed. I finished cleaning up and go down stairs to the kitchen. I might as well eat something I'm don't have depression at least I think I don't have depression if I do I guess I never noticed it. I continue doing what I was doing and eventually have a ready frozen dinner. I head over to the table and sit down and start eating. When I finished eating i heard the door opening. I get up to go see who it was but obviously dumb of me only my father has the key well perrie does too but I haven't seen her for a while. I start heading for the door and see that it's my dad at the door. His hair is messed up his shirt is unbuttoned and his jacket is ruffled.  I walk up to him and I smell him. It's not a nice smell I know that smell it's a mixture of liquor and sex.

"Dad really are you freaking kidding me?" I say to him I'm absolutely pissed: he promised he wouldn't drink but obviously promises can be broken.

"What!"he says extremely loudly rubbing his hands over his temple. He obviously has a hangover.

"You promised you wouldn't drink!" I practically yelled I'm so pissed at him.

"Well carter I'm a grown fucking man and I can do the fuck I want." He yells at me I flinched but I stare at him straight in the eyes and say

"I'm not just going to sit here watch you drink and you obviously had sex with some slut." I screamed back at him. I shouldn't have to put up with this. I'm a thirteen year old who shouldn't have to be dealing with this. Obviously my dad doesn't know that I'm stressed out too.

"How dare you talk to me like that you have no fucking right to yell at me!" He says yelling at me looks like he's about to hit me.

"I wouldn't talk to you like this if you weren't acting like the child and actually act like the bloody parent!" I screamed then all of sudden there was pain on my cheek. It took me few seconds to realize what just happened. My dad hit me. My father. Zayn Malik just hit me.
I look up at him with teary eyes. I turn around and run out the door. Once I'm outside I start walking. I don't know where I'm going I'm just walking. Where ever I end being at is where I'll be at. I feel around my pockets and try to see if i put my phone in my pockets. But sadly it's not there. So I continue walking around until I hear a car coming closer to me. I start walking faster but the car is still following me. Fear starts growing inside me. No wait I'm absolutely terrified. I continue walking fast they are still following me. Then I start running as fast as I can when I thought they weren't following me anymore they were right in front of me the car is stopped. Then someone gets out of the car. It's a man wearing all black with a scar on the left side of his face. He comes up to me and looks at me up and down.

"Hello princess." He says still at me while he smirks. That smirk scared me.

"Ok one I'm not your 'princess' and two who the hell are you and why are you following me." I say slightly whispering. I don't even know why I did that. He looks at me still smirking at me. I immediately wanted to roast him but that probably wasn't wise.