Addicted || H.S.

Chapter 28

January 2015, Miami - United States

Harry Styles

I sit on the chair in the kitchen, eating my last meal for the day. Mom asked me to eat more vegetables, they are so gross. It's almost 10 PM, bed time for me. All my friends at school don't have a bed time, I would like to have that too.

Mom is laying on the couch, getting some rest. She was in the hospital all day to check if the cancer isn't coming back. It's really exhausting for her, because she's still in the healing process. At the time my mom tells me to go upstairs and sleep, the front door bangs open.

My dad walks in, but he's not alone. His 'friends' are surrounded, screaming like idiots. My mom jumps up from the couch, knowing what time it is. My dad was at the bar for the whole evening, drinking himself in a coma. Nothing can stop him from what he or his friends want at that time. They always pick women, not only my mom is the victim.

"Fuck I'm desperate, let's feel something" one of the tall men says. I frown my brows as they all come closer to my mom. My mom falls back on the couch, as the men start touching her.

"What is going on?!" I scream above the loud voices. "Why are they touching her without asking? Why is dad just watching?"

"Harry sweetie, you should go upstairs you've got school tomorrow" my mom answers, letting the men undress her.

"Mom you can't let this happen!" I say, walking towards the men and trying to get them off my mom. They're are so muscular and strong, my 12 year old body is nothing next to them.

One of the men pulls down his pants, my stomach drops to the floor. I watch them getting control over my mom, and I'm getting nauseous. I can't just leave, I need to help her.

"Get off my mom!" I yell.

My dad is now watching me, getting up of the chair and grabbing my neck tight. He leads me to the stairs and presses his other hand against my mouth. I can hardly breathe.

"Stay in your room you little piece of shit. Always wanting to help, you're too weak to help just like your mom." He opens the door and pushes me with all his strength in my room. I fall on the floor and watch him.

"Look at you, failing everything and sneaking out your window every night" He looks at me with a disgusting look, like I'm a vegetable.

I swallow and crawl to the wall, hiding my face.

"God I'm disappointed that I brought this fucker on earth. You definitely got your moms genes."

I know dad, I'm disappointed too.

"You're hurting her! Why would you ever hurt your own wife?" I say in a hopeless voice, clenching my jaw to hide the emotions in my voice. The image of the men touching my own mom, will not leave my mind.

"She's weak and needs to be stronger" he answers.

"Making someone stronger by raping them doesn't work, it will only make them weaker!" I say, now standing up and defending my mom.

"Enough Harry! You're grounded." He slams my bedroom door in my face and I hear him walking away.

I don't want to think about the things that are happening downstairs now.

I gasp for air and sit up straight, the sun is up and I hear voices on the hallway. My chest is rising up and down just like last night, sweat is dripping of my head and falling on the matras. I hopeless look around in the room while getting my breath under control.