Dear H,
My mum and dad won't leave each other alone. My mum keeps ringing him, crying and shouting down the phone. My dad then comes to the house. I can't deal with them. I heard banging on the front door yesterday and when I opened it my dad was there, the girls instantly jumped into his hands and he stumble backwards, not because their weight was too much, because he was drunk. Can you believe him?
My mum just let him in the house with out giving a shit. She left me to look after girls, whilst her and my dad disappeared to her bedroom. I didn't say anything to my parents because I thought, that maybe he was staying for good. I was wrong, he left in the morning. Not before he pushed me about a bit and screamed at me.
I don't think I can deal with this anymore. I was only able to tolerate it in the past, because I had you and I knew that if my dad was getting aggressive then I could just go to your house for as long as I needed.
I hope I'm never like that, they type that parties to late then complains all day, it's insufferable. Imagine there's an alternative universe, one where you're still alive and We are married, do you think things could have gone sour between us? It happened to my parents. Who knows, it might be in my genetics.
We have had a few arguments but never bad, we were always secure.
I can't stop imagining it...
You would do things on purpose just to piss me off, like I would say I hate a song so then you would request to play it all night long. That's something you would definitely do, you probably already have done it at some point. Teasing, like that, isn't that big of a deal it when it turns into more.
If our relationship ever turned into a love-hate one, then that would be the end, there's no coming back from that. We would break up and make up all the time, crawling back and begging to stay. I'd like to imagine what we would have great angry sex, that's the only upside.
Wait!
You don't think...
Is that what... My parents are doing?
EW EW EW EW EWWWWWW! Why the fuck did I even bring that up! Ugh omg I can't get it out of my head! Harry help! Do something!
Oh... would you look at that, a bird just flew into my window. It's an odd sign Harry but I'll take it, so thank you.
Anyway, moving on! I've come up with a plan incase my dad comes banging on the door again.
Step 1. Hear my dad knocking
Step 2. Get the girls to quickly gather their stuff.
Step 3. Open the back door, so they can escape into the garden and climb over the fence, using a ladder.
Step 4. The girls stay over night at the neighbours as they have children of a similar age and they all get along. (Don't worry the neighbours have been informed about my situation.)
Step 5. While the girls escape I open the door for my dad and maybe get pushed around a bit.
Step 6. Run to my room.I haven't had to use it yet, but I'm sure it's affective. Maybe I should get a lock for my door? Fuck! How fucked up is it that I have to get a lock for my own door, in fear that my dad will come beat me up.
I could really do with you right now. I want to feel the comfort of your room, the softness of your duvet, I want to hear the calm music that plays throughout your house, smell the candles and food being cooked from down stairs, I want to feel your arms around me. I want to be safe.
Now I'm the only one able to protect my self and it will be that way forever,
Lou x
P.s please don't tell your mum about what is going on, I don't know how you would do it, but you might have powers or something... I dunno. It's just I know that if she found out, she would be round here in a instant and I don't want her to get hurt. Because I care about her and if anything does go extremely wrong, she the only that could help me and the girls.
[a/n: sorry for the let down but I really could not fit the word yeah yeah yeah and then we're like na na na in the letter. I think that may just be a bit too cringe and that's saying a lot because this is wattpad lol]
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