I'm Broken {Harry Styles}

Chapter 33

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| Lacey's POV |

"Table seven needs clean up!" I hear someone yell from the kitchen.

"I've got it!" I call back. This technically isn't in my job description, but I just got off my lunch break and have nothing to do. I grab a bin for the dishes along with cleansing spray and a towel.

I've been living at my house for a little over two weeks, now. It's been hard dealing with Dylan. He has been even more hostile than usual, and that's saying something. His dealers have been coming over frequently, sometimes even two days in a row. They all want the same thing: sex as payment. I never told Harry what happened the first night I got back and what's been happening since. I figured he would get even angrier and do something rash, like kidnap me and take me away from my house. Not that it would be all that terrible to leave for good...

I'm torn away from my thoughts by the obtrusive sound of my phone ringing in my back pocket. I pause from putting used dishes into the bin to answer the incoming call.

"Hello?" I say into the receiver.

"Hey, Lacey, it's Harry. Are you on lunch?" He asks lightly.

"I actually just got off lunch, why?" I reply.

"Shit, sorry. I just wanted to call while you're on lunch because I can't call you later tonight. I'm going out with Louis later," he explains.

"Oh alright, have fun. I should go though, I'm not really supposed to use my phone during work."

"Yeah, of course. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye," he swiftly hangs up and I shrug off his odd behavior and continue working.

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My shift ended at eight thirty after almost having to call the police on a group of drunk teenagers. As I step outside, I'm met with the feeling of soft snowflakes gently falling on to my hair and face. I sigh, winter has always been my least favorite season ever since my mum died. Christmas is just a terrible reminder of what my life is, being as instead of staying home and spending time with my family, I find any place that's open and stay there until I'm forced to leave.

I continue walking, thinking about random things, until I get home. The lights are on so I know Dylan is in there, probably with another dealer, knowing my luck. I hear a woman scream from inside and my eyes widen in surprise. Holy shit, is he like this with everyone? Not just me? I rush to open the door and when I see what's inside I wish I hadn't.

Inside, on the couch, there is a naked woman on top of a half-naked Dylan. He hears me come in and turns and glares at me. The girl, who looks like she's as old as me, doesn't hear me walk in so she doesn't stop.

"Lacey," Dylan groans out. I feel like I've forgotten how to do anything. I feel like I'm frozen to the ground.

"My name's Jackie," the girl said. That seemed to get me to move. I immediately covered my eyes and turned to leave.

"Lacey, don't you fucking come back to this house tonight! I'll fucking kill you, you little bitch!" He yelled. This seems to have gotten the girl attention and I heard the couch stop squeaking.

I heard her mutter a small "what?" before running out of there as fast as I could. I can't get the image out of my brain. I'm walking with my head down, rubbing my temples.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Why on the couch? People sit there. I sit there, his "daughter". And that poor girl, she must have terrible daddy issues for her to be shagging someone over twice her age on some ripped up couch in a shitty house.