Excessive (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 67.

Luchesi Styles
*Flashback*

"Luchesi, get in here you little fück!" I heard my father scream from down the hall in his office. I scrambled off the living room carpet and made a bee-line for his office.

He was particularly snappy this morning. He had beat mom to a pulp last night. Luckily, Harry was sleeping but I heard every minute of the pounding. Her body fell on their dirty carpet multiple times and I know for a fact, he had burned her with his cigar because of the burn mark on her arm. Although I hate that Harry and I are forced to sleep in the linen closet with no real bed, it does block out sound better than any room in this house, and I would much rather have Harry not hear what happens than have a bed.

This morning was hard for Harry. He got a beating earlier because his morning cartoons had been just above a 'whisper' and Dad completely flipped. His fist rained down on Harry's head and all I could do was stand there and pray to god he makes it through his beating. Harry had been a mess and ran to the linen closet to cry quietly. After Dad left for work I immediately ran to the closet to comfort my little brother but there was no use, he was completely broken.

I made my way down the hall, tripping over the heaps of garbage that was littered all over the hallways floor. This house was disgusting, but there was no way any of us would touch any of our father's things without asking. As I stood at the office door I saw the remains of my father's lunch scattered on the floor. I cringed knowing that once he goes back to work after his lunch break mother would be scraping the stains out of the carpet.

"Come in here and close the door!" he screamed, bloodshot eyes shining under the dim light above his desk. He balled his hands into fists as the black nicotine under his fingernails gave him an even more daunting look. I looked at him with wide eyes as he scowled and banged his fists on his desk "Don't fücking look at me like that" he said making me advert my eyes down.

"Sorry" I mumbled looking at my dirty bare feet.

"This morning, someone left the closet door open..." he said making me suck in a harsh breath. "Who was it?"

I know that was Harry that left it open, he does it almost every day and usually he wakes up before me, so I usually shut it after I wake up, but I guess after he was done crying he forgot to close it again. I cringed thinking about Harry getting a second beating, he can barely even handle one never mind a second. I hunched my shoulders over, playing the defeated card and looking up slowly.

"It was me" I sighed making him snap out of the chair and stalk over to my body.

"You little fücking.." he started before grabbing my ratty old t-shirt.

He swung his right fist right to my temple making my head irrupt in agony. He let my body drop to the floor as his fists came down like thunder. Each punch sent me into agonizing pain and I began to see black spots dancing in my vision. His hard boot kicked at my rips repeatedly as I felt them cracking under his force. Another punch came straight into my side causing pain in my lower back.

"How many fücking times have I told you to close the fücking door!" he screamed raining down another set of punches to my body.

I laid on the floor trying to keep myself from crying as he began to retract and stop his fire of punches.

"I'm sorry!" I screamed making him growl and lift me up by my throat.

"If you or even that fücking mutt leave the door open again I will kill both of you with my bare hands" he threatened making me cringe at Harry's 'nickname'. I nodded quickly, beginning to lose air in my lungs before he dropped me on the floor making me gasp for air. With one final kick to my ribs, he stormed out of the office and down the hall.