Malik and Styles

Chapter Twelve: The Past and The Present

A/N: This chapter goes out to all the people that wanted me to keep going on with this story, this chapter is for you guys <3 

*Carolins POV*

We all climb in the car, Harry drives with Abby up front and me and Zayn in the back, my dad is BACK. Who knows what is going to happen. I mean this is the reason why he left me and my mom. All i could do now was cry, i didnt know what was coming for my family next. 

Zayn pulled me int his lap, i didnt hesitate....i mean he told me he loved me and all but being in his arms felt 'right'. I mean i think i can trust him, maybe. Im not sure. He works for my dad for Gods sake! No i cant trust him.

"Shhh sweetheart. Everything is going to be alright, ill protect you" He whsipered in my ear, those three words 'ill protect you' ran through my head. Can he? Will he? ... 

"Can i ask you why your dad left?" Zayn asked me, my eyes widen and i jumped off his lap and went back to my seat. I didnt want to talk about it...... Not with him, not with anyone..i never even told Abby.

"Yeah i mean we are all friends here" Harry added. 

"Including your BEST FRIEND" Abby also added, i looked out the window, i never really thought or talked about my father in over 6 years or so. Maybe it was the time to just spill it out....

"Okay" i said softly, Harry then pulled the car over. I rolled my eyes and wiped my face. All eyes were on me, ready for me to speak. I took a deep breath and played with my fingers.

"Well, when i was little....My parents never had enough money, NEVER, not one bit. They both didnt have good paying jobs and all that came through their mind was keeping me alive and running.." I started to say, i look up and everyone is still concentrated, i look back down thinking about if i should even continue. 

"T-then one night, my dad come through the door, i woke up in the middle of the night with gun shots near my window....a-and my dad came running through my bedroom door pushing me on the ground with a baseball bat, h-he was going to hit me until my mom came and pushed him out the way, he ended up hitting my lamp and it scattered everywhere." I said crying. Zayn tried to hold my hand but i jerked it away, Abby had tears in her eyes and Harrys to, Zayn looked pissed.

"Why did he try to hit you?" Harry asked, Abby hit his arm but i shook my head.

"Its okay...he was on drugs and did gang related stuff....my mom divorced him and he just never showed up again." I said softly. Then it came to mind, Harry and Zayn are in my dads gang, i look up at both at them in fright. What if this was all planned? To capture me and kill me? I gasp and try to open the door but  it was locked.

"We arent gonig to hurt you! Trust me sweetheart, he wont go near you if im around" Zayn said, i cried a little harder, this was all too much....but ne thing came across my mind,,

"My mom" i mumbled.

"Trust me he wont go near her, all he wants is you." Harry said. I took a deep breath and nodded my head. Harry started the car back up and we headed towards my house, the car ride was silent. My eyes never left the window...

-Flashback-

"WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO DO ABOUT CAROLIN WE HAVE NO FUCKING MONEY TO TAKE CARE OF HER!" My dad yells as i hid in the corner with my blankey.

"She is our daughter! We have to try!!!!" My mom says, they are scaring me. My daddy never yelled like this, doesnt he love me like mommy does? My daddy sees me, comes over to me and was going to hit me but mommy stopped him. I cried, i didnt like this side of daddy.