Addiction (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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LIA'S POV:

"Basically he was just a massive drugs addict. But, this was back in the day. He's okay now. He lives in Louisiana and I take it he cares for himself now. He didn't then, he didn't give a shit about anything really except for the drugs." Harry explains to me. We were currently sitting on Harry's living room couch. Anne was of course at work, I guess that's what happens when you're a nurse at the local hospital. So it was just us, here having a heart-to-heart conversation about his father. Which brought me in mind of my mother. I've grown so close to Harry in these last few weeks and I feel the need to just get my mind off of it.  Ana said talking to someone about it might help but I just wasn't so sure, but I went for it anyway.

"So, I guess it's my turn." I say as I sit my cup hot chocolate back on the coffee table in front of us as I situate my seating position as I place my legs criss-crossed. 

"I want to say I was thirteen but I can't be so sure. I might have been twelve, I don't know. I try to block this out of my mind so much so I tend to forget a bit about it but not the main part of it." I explain.

"I was up in my bedroom as my parents were downstairs, watching a movie I think and Ana was gone to a friends house this night, it had to be this night. So, I went downstairs because I had heard screaming, like horrifically. And I went down there to see my mom, with the other side of an axe up against her throat as another guy was holding my dad hostage. These people, these devils were dressed in all black. I couldn't even tell if it was a male or a female but I tend to say it's a he, so that's what I'm doing to do." I say as tears begin to form in my eyes. 

"So the person holding my mother hostage had seen me and rushes after me as I rush up to my bedroom and I think one had shouted at him for doing so, but anyway. I got to my bedroom and quickly locked the door and rushed over to the phone my parents had literally put in Ana and I's bedroom like one or two days before this had happened so if it weren't for that phone who knows what would've happened that night. So, I called my uncle Robbie who at the time lived only a few houses down from us. And I'm assuming he had called the cops for me. He tried to keep me on the phone but I had just left it hanging, I was too scared to just stand there so I hid in my closet until the cops got there. The people had scattered, not leaving any sign of who they were. They had stole like a thousand dollars from us and broke some of our things just out of pure meanness, really." I wipe the tears pouring from my eyes.

"So after that, my mother had been so damaged from it that she had went to a rehab center thing to help her with it. She had talks with a therapist almost everyday. Ana and I only had weekly visits with her then and that's hard on two teenage girls, you know? So finally my mother was on some medicine and she got to come home but she would still go see her doctor weekly about what happened. We all thought she was okay, she was somewhat getting back to her old self until one day, only about a week after she had gotten out of the rehab place, she had snapped at my father. She got so angry at him for nothing. I don't even remember what for but she went off and then she went back to the rehab, my dad had called them and told them that nothing was changing, because it wasn't. So when she got out for the second time, she came home and filed for divorce."

"And I knew then that I didn't know who my mother was anymore. It broke my heart to see what they had done to her. They had permanently damaged the person who raised me and turned her into someone who completely gave up. She almost committed suicide while she was in there. I don't know why it had hurt her so much. The doctors don't even know. But, after she had came home and filed for divorce, she stayed with us one night and sat down Ana and me and explained to us that she wasn't going to be around for much longer. That she couldn't care for us anymore. That basically we had brought back memories of the past and what had all happened and she couldn't take it anymore. She didn't want anything to do with us or my father. Her mother still calls us, she lives in Indianapolis and she said that my mother is okay. I don't know if she still acts the same as she was before but I know that she's remarried and doesn't bother calling Ana and I."  I was full on crying now. I couldn't believe I was telling Harry about this, I couldn't believe I was even talking about it really. It bothered me to talk about this so I don't even know why I was doing it, but I was.

"You're pretty damn lucky that I'm telling you this. Olivia doesn't even know." I laugh lightly as I wipe under my eyes and Harry pulls me against his chest as I hear him sniffle.

"I don't even know how I truly feel about it. It's like one day I miss her so much then the next I'm so pissed at her for doing that to us, like really. How could she?" I say as Harry says, "I know, baby. I'm so sorry all of this happened to you. I didn't know it was this hard on you."

"You make that sound like you already knew about it." I give him a questioning look as he stares at me blankly with no words coming out.

"Did you already know?" I question. "I-" He stops.