Rock me

Part 22

Dylan

"Your father called and he seems to be worse than usual." My mom said, giving me sad eyes. 

"Can you please talk to him, I don't deserve to be treated this way."

She never stood up for me, I think she was scared she'd get hit too. I didn't want it too, but it made me resent her. 

"Honey, you know that'll always make it worse."

" 'IT' Seriously? My own dad hitting me is getting boiled down to it? Are you just ashamed, you married a man that abuses his own kid?" I said, not really thinking about what was coming out of my mouth.

She gave me a look of disgust with tears in her eyes before walking away.

I started thinking of a plan to sneak over to Sydneys, so I could avoid punishment. 

As I walked up to my room I heard the garage door begin to open.

"Fuck." I whispered to myself. I ran up the rest of the stairs and into my room. I heard the front door slam and my father's loud footsteps.

"DYLAN! Where the fuck are you!" 

"Do you really think you can speak to your mother that way?"

She fucking ratted me out? Does she think I deserve this?

Before I knew it he had already opened the door and was about to come down on me.

I shot out of bed and was breathing out of control. I started looking around the room for comfort. I could already feel the walls closing in on me. I realized as I looked at the empty bed that Harry wasn't there.

Was it already morning? 

I looked over at the window to see it was still pitch black. Where the fuck was he? 

I started loosing control of my knees from being overwhelmed. I couldn't breathe and everything felt like it was crashing down on me. I felt the tears start to fall down my face.

"Harry?" I get out in-between sobs.

Nothing.

I work up the courage to go check the bathroom, it was empty. I run out of the front door of the hotel room and go straight to Nialls.

I bring up my hand and start knocking frantically. 

"Niall, Niall please answer I need help!" I say frantically, trying to be semi-quiet.

I hear nothing for a moment as I keep knocking. Eventually I hear foot steps and the door unlocking.

Niall opens the door squinting as the hallway light greets him. His hair was a mess and he only had loose sweatpants on.

"Dylan? What the fuck? What's wrong?" He asked, his voice husky from sleep.

"I-I had a bad dream and I-I don't know where Harry is." I explain, while still crying. 

"Hey calm down, it's okay." He says stepping towards me.

"What do you mean you don't know where Harry is?" He says confused.

"I woke up and he wasn't there, I looked around the room and nothing." I say trying to calm down. 

He steps towards me again, bringing me into a hug. He held back at first, but once I hugged him back he relaxed. 

I felt his hand go up into my hair and start stroking. 

"We'll find him okay, I'm right here."

"Why don't you come sit down." He say pulling back and leading me into his room.