They all stood in front of me, staring down at my tired, weak and cold body on the couch. They looked as if they were parents, scolding their daughter for being home late. I was hunched over, staring down at a suddenly interesting spot on the ground, my eyes just being able to see the fireplace, with its flames almost licking the glass that seperated it from the house. There was a very awkward silence, until Louis spoke up.
"What the fuck did you think that you were doing?!" He cried, rather harshly.I winced at the swear. "You could've gotten sick or hurt yourself, or-"
"I was running away, Louis. I don't want to be here. I don't want to share a bed with you, and I don't want to be forced to be with you every fucking second of the day." I said in a monotone voice. Looking up, I could see Louis' angry eyes.
"We're just trying to help, Allie." Niall spoke up, laying a hand on my shoulder and giving me a look of sympathy. I moved away from his hand, shooting him a glare.
"Help, Niall? Help?!" I cried, standing up from my spot. "Help, by kidnapping me? By forcing me to live with you! To fucking act as if I was merely a lost animal, and give me a home that I don't want to be in?!" I yelled, letting out all of my pent out rage I had on them. "Well, obviously your definition of "help" is diffrent than mine." They all just stared at me in shock, Louis in rage.
"Give us a fucking chance, maybe?!" Zayn spoke up in a yell. I was taken back; I had never heard him yell, and I didn't want to now. When he yelled, it sounded scary, not like a teen was yelling at you, but a grown man. Slowly sitting back down, I buried my face in my hands, not crying, just sitting there like that.
"Allie...did we tell you that-" Liam was cut off by Louis shooting him an angry glare, shaking his head. I lifted my head up, cocking my head towards Louis.
"What...?" I asked, getting up from my spot yet again, walking towards Louis. He just raised his eyebrows.
"Nothing important. Now back to this running-"
"Tell me, Louis." I said, quite sternly. Louis looked around at the other boys, as if for reassurance, then looked back to me.
"We..We reported your dad to the police." He sighed. "Hes in jail now." My body stiffened up, as if I was completly frozen. My own father; the man that helped bing me in to this world was gone now. I had no aunts, uncles, or grandparents. Without family, the people I had were...
I broke down, for real this time. Letting the hot, salty tears slowly glide down my face. Louis' face instantly softened, pulling me in to a tight hug. I quickly pushed him back, a hot rage of anger taking over the sadness that had filled me to the brim at one moment. Louis held his hands up, obviously seeing the raging fire in my eyes. They were the ones that did this.
"He could have gotten better." It came out as bearly a squeak. "He could've gone sober, gone to rehab.." All I was doing now was listing off possibilities that even I knew probably would have never happened. I just wanted to beleive it.
" He'll get better in the jailhouse." Harry joked, turning his back to me, probably to go back to bed. The rage inside of me couldn't be held in anymore. It was constricting the inside of me, and I needed to let it out. Harry joking about something like that, fucking joking. It was as if time had gone slow-mo. I ran through the boys, swiftly raising my elbows to make sure they got out of the way. Heading towards Harry, I lifted up my fist, bringing it back with force. Using all of my force, I collided my fist with the back of Harry's curly head, watching him stumble foward at first, and then turn back with dark eyes.
"What'd you just do to me, bitch?!" He asked, he voice loud and seemingly deeper than usual. The anger was suddenly replaced with fear, as I widened my eyes, backing up in to something tall. I felt something;someone grab my wrist. Quickly turning around, I found myslef facing Louis; eyes dark and angered, and then a sharp pain where he had been holding. Slowly letting my gaze trail down back to my arm, I saw a needle jabbed in to it, and suddenly, I had 3 arms, no, 2? I felt my head getting dizzy, my legs suddenly feeling like jello.
"What...the fuck?!" I tried to ask it as clearly as possible, but it all seemed to come out in a slur. Louis took advantage of me in the state that I was in, taking me in to his arms in a bridal style.
"Sleep, Allie." He murmured in my ear, And suddenly, my eyes felt as if heavy weights had been laid on top of them. Slowly closing my heavy eyes, every feeling of fear, sadness, and anger left me; as if it had just flowed out of the scars and holes in my body. I felt nothing now, just the darkness that engulfed me in a deep, dark sleep.
They fucking drugged me again.
