Teeth [Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Chapter Twenty One [part 1]

Jaycee’s Point of View:

My father rushed into our dining room, his body stenches of disgusting alcohol. His head dangled on his shoulder and a bit of sloppy drool dripped down the edges of his lips. His eyes were fully alert and those familiar hazel bulbs were now bloodshot red. His clothes were a mess and his usually tightened tie was now uneven. To say that my father looked a mess would be a total understatement. I’ve never seen him like this before and it scared the hell out of me. What happened to him? “F-frank,” frightened, my mothered dared to ask. My dad was too out of to really notice her speaking. All he did was dangle himself against our door and allow his head to bob to each side. “Frank, have you been drinking tonight?” She now rose to her feet and began to walk. I wanted to follow her, but she placed her hand out and made me stay in my seat. Her small frame continued to walk closer to my intoxicated father and every bit of nerve that I had was acting up now.

“Why are you doing this?” she whispered, but in reality, wasn’t such a whisper. “Why’m I doin’ wha -?” Finally, my dad spoke, or at least attempted to speak. His jaw dangled open wide and sloppy and now an idiotic smile crossed his lips. He was disgusting me and I was ashamed to even call him my father. “Do you really want your daughter to see this?” She asked, a gulp humming against her throat. Honestly, my father could probably care less about my feelings. Why should he anyway? Whatever emotion he had was gone now. It has been this way for a while now, so why would I even imagine my father showing me any type of compassion?

Instead of answering her, he let out a sinister chuckle and his body leaned forward, sloppily. My mother tried to push his shoulders back, just so he could stand up right, but he was much stronger than her. He allowed himself to practically fall onto her, but he didn’t move. No matter how much she pushed him away, he wouldn’t budge. I quickly rose to my feet and rushed over to my mother, in hopes of pulling her away but she yanked my hand away. “No, Jaycee!” She cried out. My father turned his head towards me and studied me for a second, then looked back at my frightful mother. His glare was intense and he studied her skin with curious eyes. She gasped and shuttered her eyes tightly, out of fear. He leaned forward and bit at her skin as his hands tightly gripped onto her butt, and then slipping beneath her pants. “Frank, please,” frightened, she whispered. He slowly shook his head and allowed his hands to tightly grasp her ass again and she fell back into the wall. His large body hovering over her. “Frank!” she cried out and began to frantically shake her body.

My mother’s cries had to be the worst noise that I have ever heard. It made me absolutely sick that I couldn’t help her out as much as I wanted to. She tilted her head towards me and I saw the steamy tears drip down her cheekbone, smearing her mascara. “M-mom,” I worded, hardly being able to take my own words. It didn’t set in that I was crying right away. I hadn’t realized it until I felt the warm tears hit the base of my neck and now my hands balled into fists. My dad pushed my mother up against the wall harder and his alcoholic breath steamed down her neck. She screeched out in fear and her bony knuckles dug into his shoulder. “Please, not in front of Jaycee! Please!” She kept repeating. She would then go on and cry out “I’m sorry!” over and over again, but I never understood that. She was the victim here, not him

Words couldn’t even describe the pure hatred I felt for my father right now. “Jaycee go! Go to your room sweetie, I’m fine here. Go!” My mother tried to shoe me away, but I couldn’t move. My small body stood still and I felt my nails dig into my palms. My eyes never left my father, but angry tears continued to pour out of my eyes. “Yeah, Jaycee, get out of here.” His nasty growls made me sick. Even with his frightful words, I stood still. “I said get out of here now!” His screams grew louder and I flinched, but didn’t move. “That’s it.” He violently threw my mother back into the wall and let her go, then grabbed me. Instantly, I tried to push myself away from him and began to hit his shoulder. “Leave her alone!” I cried out. “Leave her alone!” before I could do anything else, he slapped a hand across my cheek and my mother screeched out. “Jaycee leave now! Go! What did I tell you?! Go!!!!” A horrifying look appeared on my face and then I looked back at my father. “D-dad…” I tried to say, but I was no longer audible. My tears got the absolute best of me. Another horrible smirk crossed his lips and he shook his head. “No,” he said in a deep, shallow voice. “You’re not my daughter.”