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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 - 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧

((mentions of substance abuse, dysfunctional family, alcoholism, abuse etc pls read at your own risk⚠️))

NORAH PULLED UP TO HER HOUSE RELEASING HER HEAD FROM THE HELMET, her french braids falling back onto her shoulders. She walked up to the front door and pushed it open gaining a strong whiff of mostly whiskey and other various alcohol.

"Norah" her father's gruff voice called from somewhere in the house, "Yes dad? where are you-" she paused, he stood in the doorway of the kitchen in front of her holding an empty bottle and clearly covered in liquid she could only assume was the whiskey.

"Why are you home so damn early" he huffed, "The restaurant was slow tonight and some bitch poured her drink on me" she sighed walking towards him about to turn into her room when he grabs her by the arm roughly.

"You sure you weren't with that boy. He called right before you opened the damn door" 

Norah swallowed the lump in her throat, she forgot that Rafe easily could've called the landline, "I don't know why he's calling, I hate him."

"Oh so ya hate him now huh, that why you secretly been sleeping with him.", she turned her head and looked at her dad, "Yeah. That's right, boy let some shit slip before he realised it wasn't you on the phone."

Norah didn't even waste time trying to defend herself, she turned back and attempted to run into her room and lock the door but Paul's grip on her was too strong and he threw her against the wall.

"You think you can be a fucking slut in this household without me finding out!" he roared, "Just like your fucking mother."

Her eyes widened and she tried to push him back to run to the door but he managed to grab her off the floor again, "Let FUCKING go of me! You're drunk!" she yelled 

"Shut up, you don't speak to me like that EVER", with one quick motion he brought his fist down aiming for her face but it landed into her shoulder, him being too intoxicated to see straight let alone think about what he was doing. 

"DAD! Get away from me!" she yelled as she got up and shoved him back sending him toppling over onto his side. She made a run for it while he was down pushing the front door out more than she expected when she realised, someone was pulling it from the other side. 

"Rafe" she breathed, "What the fuck are you doing at my house."

As soon as she finished her sentence, Paul came running at her and Rafe pushed her to the side to then land a punch in her father's face. 

"Rafe! What the fuck?!" she yelled from the floor, Paul was now lying not too far away from her slowly moving his hand to the mark where Rafe had punched him.