District 3 Fanfic

Music Can Change Everything - Chapter 19

A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner but i have lots of school work as exams are coming up and because i could not think of a single thing to write! But here is my next chapter! Sorry if it is bad but i have written it at 11 at night after a day at work and i am tired and it might not be great! But please tell me if you like it by commenting or voting! Just give me a wee sign that you like it and i will carry on with it! Ok so i hope you enjoy! - Eilish xx

"You little git! You're going regret this!" My father roared getting up in Greg's face and Greg being Greg he didn't back down. They started mumbling shit at each other till I yanked his arm towards me so I could get in between them.  

"Dad, what do you even want? You were the one who took drugs, became an alcohol, decided to get in to gangs and shit and that is the reason while you went to jail. Do you expect us to just let you back in our lives and pretend to be happy families? Well tough shit. You aren't welcome here. Mum has done an amazing job all by herself raising both of YOUR kids. It's been like 15 years and we are perfectly fine without you so just leave." I said to him trying to signal him to the door. He looked at me, only sadness on his face. 

"I understand but I swear I have changed. Those long years in prison made me realise how lucky I was till I lost it! Please just forgive me!? Give me another chance.?" He pleaded. But I stood my ground. 

"I wish I could. I really do but I don't believe you. Not one little bit. Goodbye Dad." I said closing the door in his face. I just stood there. Hand still firmly wrapped around the door handle, my knuckles going white from the tightness of my grip.  

A hand rested on my shoulder gently enough to let me know someone was there, It got tighter and pulled me around and into a warm embrace. I as then in the place I felt most safe. A gave me a quick kiss on the top of my head before taking my hand and leading me into the living room. After a quick talk about how we wouldn't mention this to anyone else the rest of the family arrived home. They all just kind of did their own thing whilst me and Greg went upstairs to go get changed. 

"Becky, How old were you when he walked out? Do you remember it?" He asked me, you could tell he was hesitant, not knowing whether or not I wanted to talk about it. 

"I was 3 or 4 and not really, all I remember is one day he was there being a loud man and the next he was gone and Mum seemed happier and we didn't have to put up with the pain anymore. We were better off without him" I replied staring out on the white masses of fields, the snow glistening from the reflection of the sun. 

"Did he ever... hit you? Or your Sister or your Mum?" He queried. 

I didn't want to reply. No one had ever asked before. What was in the past was best left in the past.  

"It doesn't matter. He isn't here now." I said getting up going to have a shower but was stopped by him standing in the doorway. 

"Becky. It matters. You matter. Please, If he has I will go teach that no good piece of shit a lesson. You don't deserve to be hurt. Not by anyone. You might not believe that coming from me but look, you gave me a second chance and I couldn't be more grateful cause things have worked out for the best. But if he dare lay a finger on you again I will not be responsible for my actions. And that is a promise." He said, I couldn't look at him, the tears were streaming down my face and probably looked a complete state.  

I tried to push past him but it didn't work, he lifted me up by my waist and placed me over his shoulder, I didn't bother wriggling cause it wouldn't get me anywhere. He placed me down on the bed and hoped over me and lay next to me. He just lay there staring at my face. It instantly made me blush and kind of made me feel insecure, he could be picking out ever little fault wrong with me, I knew I would.