Who Would Have Known

Chapter 4

Harry's POV

I drove quickly back to my house, I was already late. My father would not be happy that I wasn't there when he got home. I began to fear what state he would be in once I was home. Undoubtedly he would be mad, but to whether he would be sober or not was a mystery.

He had turned to drinking after my mother died. Drowning his sorrows drink after drink.

The house lights were off as I parked beside my father's car. I got out of the car and walked towards the front door. I attempted to open the door as quiet as possible, hoping my father was asleep, but I had no such luck.

"Where the hell have you been?" My father yelled from the living room. I entered the room to see him strewn across the couch. The only light was coming from the tv. A cloud of smoke hovered over him. A cigarette between his lips.

"I had to pick up another shift at work." I lied, not wanting him to know about Louis.

"It's about time you started pulling your own weight. I hope you didn't expect that I would do it." He scoffed glaring at me.

"No, of course not." I began to back away towards my room, hoping to get away from conversation.

"Have your grades come in yet?" I stopped my movement towards the stairs. We had gotten our grades back earlier this week and they didn't look good. I hadn't shown him them yet in fear of what he would say, remembering his reaction last semester. I shook my head, I have never been good at lying and feared my voice my give way.

"You better not be lying to me." He stood up from the couch walking towards me.

"Of course not." I looked down away from his glare.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." He gripped my chin in his strong grasp, pulling my chin up to look him in the eyes. My father has always been taller than me, his height intimidating. His fingers dug into my skin, sure to leave slight bruises. He took a puff from his cigarette, blowing the smoke in my face.

"Get upstairs, I don't want to see you for the rest of the night." His hot breath hit my face, it stunk of alcohol and tobacco.

"Yes sir," I kept my head down as I walked up the stairs and into my room.

I pull my shirt over my head and take off my jeans before falling onto my bed.

I nearly kissed Louis, if it wasn't for his sister we would have. Just the idea of kissing him sent shivers up my spine. Slowly my began to close and I drifted off to sleep.

I was awakened by the annoying beeping of my alarm clock. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I head to the bathroom to take a shower.

I try to be quiet getting ready, as to not wake my father up, I've made that mistake countless times before and it never ends well.

The water runs cold in the shower and doesn't heat up at all. My father must not have paid the gas bill. I take a quick shower and wrap a towel around my waist.

Looking at my reflection I notice the small marks on my jaw. They aren't noticeable unless you look closely.

Back in my room I quickly get dressed in black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. I hurriedly put on my boots and grab my car keys.

I close the front door carefully behind me and unlock my car. It used to be my mother's car but after she died it sat in our garage gathering dust. After years of sitting in the garage there were many problems but I had spent the past summer fixing it. The car came to life as I turned the key.

The drive to school unfortunately goes quickly. I dread going to classes, I'm not in the mood to sit in a hard chair for seven hours listening to teachers lecture.