I am harshly pulled from my sleep when someone grabs my wrist and pulls me off the bed to the floor.
"Don't touch him like that!" Zayn shouts, and I barely understand what is going on, considering I was peacefully sleeping like five seconds ago.
I blink my eyes open to see Zayn trying to help me up off the floor while my father still has a hurtful grip on my arm.
"You think you have a right to tell me what to do with my son when I already told you to stay the fuck away from him?" my father snarls, and his grip only tightens.
"Y-You're hurting me," I wince in pain, and tears prickle my eyes.
"Let him the fuck go," Zayn seethes, angrier than I have ever seen him before.
He pries my father's hand off my wrist and stands protectively in front of me.
"Listen, I don't know who you think you are, but you don't have the right to barge in here, under my roof, and tell me how to treat my son."
"No, but I do have the right to protect him from assholes like you."
Tears are spewing down my cheeks as I finally make it on my feet and latch onto the back of Zayn's shirt.
My father shoves Zayn's shoulder. "Yeah, what the fuck do you know, poor beggar?"
"I don't have to have all the fucking money in the world to know that Liam's unhappy and that you are the problem." My father angrily pokes a finger at his chest, but Zayn doesn't budge.
"My son was already a pussy before, but now you are just turning him into a fucking homo."
I've heard all of these words before and yet they still phase me. I just never wanted Zayn to see this part of my home life
"Now get the fuck out of my house" my father snaps at Zayn, but he stands his ground.
"There's no way l'm leaving Liam with you" Zayn retorts.
My body starts to shake as fat tears continue to run down my cheeks.
"I said get the fuck out of my house," my father says threateningly, lunging forward to grasp Zayn's collar. My father is all up in his face to appear more powerful. "Get out before you regret it."
"Make me," Zayn says with the same deadly tone back.
Before I have time to react, my father roughly shoves Zayn in the chest and makes him stumble back a few steps. Since I am behind Zayn, he accidentally knocks me off my feet and I stumble onto the floor.
With no hesitation, Zayn shoves him back. Zayn's push is so forceful that I hear my father's back slap the wall behind him.
My father is now more furious than ever. A dark look crosses his face.
