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8| Changing

 8.

~ H a r r y ~

I walked inside the house, taking off my shoes. Throwing the keys on the table, I sat on the sofa and was about to open the TV, when I heard something. I stood up curiously and walked towards Amelia's room; the sound was coming from there. I pressed my ear against the door and listened.

"I promised I would never leave you
Then you should always know
Wherever you may go, no matter where you are
I never will be far away"

She was singing a song I knew very damn well and just by listening to it, more memories came back flooding into my head.That song. I pressed my back against the door and fell down on the floor, taking my head in my hands.

* * *

I heard some noise from downstairs and I slowly opened my eyes. only to be met by darkness. The sound of glass shattering and objects being thrown was enough to make feel worried. I got out of bed with my small brown teddy bear in my arms. I tiptoed to the door and put my small hand on the doorknob, turning it and then opening the door.

"Get out of my house now!" I heard my mum yell. I approached the stairs and stood there, looking at my parents. 

Daddy was here? 

A big smile was formed on my face, but when I was about to walk downstairs and hug him, something stopped me.

"This is my house too." he yelled at Mummy.

"Not anymore. Now leave." Mummy said and pushed him by his shoulder. He slapped her hands away and grabbed her by her arms, shaking her.

"Be careful how you speak to me." he said.

"Damon you are drunk an-" 

She was caught off-guard by his strong punch which caused her to fall to the ground.

"Mummy" I mouthed as tears started forming in my eyes. She stood up and pointed her finger to the door.

"Leave, please. Harry is upstairs sleeping." she said, her voice cracking in the end. He started laughing.

"I don't care about that bastard." Daddy said. Why was he talking like that? Why was Daddy being mean to us?

"How can you talk like that about him? He's your son, for God's sake." 

I made my way downstairs carefully and called my mum.

"Mummy, what's going on?" I asked.

"Go back to your room, sweetheart." she said, smiling at me sweetly.

"That piece of shit is not my son." Daddy said and my bottom lip started quivering as tears fell down my face.

"You don't know what you're saying. Don't talk to him like that." Mummy said.

"I'll leave, but I'll come back. Remember that." Daddy said and left. Mummy knelt down to my level and wiped my tears away. She took me in her arms as I rested my head on her shoulder and we went back to my bedroom. When I was back in bed, she sat next to me and kissed my forehead.

"Do you want Mummy to sing you a song?" she asked and I nodded my head.

"Goodnight my angel, now it's time to sleep
And still so many things I want to say
Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay
And like a boat out on the ocean
I'm rocking you to sleep
The water's dark and deep, inside this ancient heart
You'll always be a part of me"