Daddy's Little Girl H.S (Republished)

Chapter Nine: Selfish

" Dad, stop drinking!"

Niall snatches his hand away from the troubled father who couldn't give his poor liver a break. It was days like this where Niall wished he were with his mother instead of his father. He never knew her- hell he never knew what she looked like. She reportedly 'died during delivery' and Niall was told this false information by his father, grandmother, and grandfather.

" Niall, I'm the parent and you're the child. Stop treating me like a child." Zayn slurs sitting back on the chair with a bottle of tequila in one hand and a cigarette box in the other.

" Maybe I wouldn't have to if you'd grow your ass up..." Niall mocks him; arm crossed ready to give Zayn a taste of his own medicine. Never has he ever put his hands on his own son, he knew better. His attitude and his swinging on the inanimate objects were the problem.

" Son, I'm not in the mood. You're always so hard on your own father...all of you hate me. Even that bitch who left me to take care of you on my own." Zayn mumbled pushing his hair back out of his face.

" Dad she died. You need to get over it and do something with your life before you end up dead." As Niall points a digit in Zayn's direction trying to prove a point, but he knew he wasn't getting through to this pitiful man.

A small giggle escapes Zayn's mouth attracting only anger from the younger blonde teen. Niall takes one swift move as if he levitated to the leather chair gripping both arms of the fabric; his eyebrows are furrowed and his temper spiked.

As he stared at the tanned man his breathing grew louder, nostrils were flared up, and his face grew an angry shade of dark pink.

" What the fuck is so funny?? Mom died and you think that's something to joke about?! What if you died? Hm? What if this family tires of you and your selfish-."

" Oh enough you little shit. Your mom never died." Zayn chucked taking a sip of the chilled alcohol.

Niall released his grip from the furniture and backed away from his father with a questionable face expression.

" What are you talking about? You, grandma, and grandpa said she died-."

" No no." Zayn smiles with a tear running down his cheek.

He continues with a sniff,

" After she got pregnant with you, she already hated you and me. She promised me she would work it out. She told me she was happy to become a mom. She gave birth to you- she didn't even want to look at you. And that night we brought you home that fucking bitch slept on the couch. Didn't even comfort you, or feed you. I had to do all of it watching her slumped on the couch in pity and anguish. I woke up to you crying, and the bed it- it was cold..."

Niall sat down on the couch watching the words slip from his father's mouth as his own lips fell open in awe.

Zayn removed himself from the chair gripping the glass while walking around the table,

" I called for her as I held you to calm you down. Searched the whole house. A-And when I got down to the kitchen all I found was a note and her wedding ring. She said she wasn't ready for a life she didn't want, and that it was better if she left. She wished us the best and never came back. I called mom, dad, your uncle and aunt to come help me figure out where I went wrong. And what's funny is that I could never ever forget that letter she wrote..."

The teenagers tears fell down his cheeks as he tried to process the information.

" All of these years I have had to carry this burden, this shitty heart ache that will never go away; your mom and her bullshit, like what the fuck was I thinking??"