Chapter 2

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Riley's P.O.V

I kept running until I got home. I opened the door and saw the last person I wanted to see, my dad.

"Why are you crying whore?" My dad asked me.

"None of your business" I answered harshly. I really didn't want to talk to him. The next thing I remember is getting kicked in the stomach and falling to the ground. I was clenching my stomach in pain.

"Get the fuck out, I don't want a cry baby living with me"

"Where am I going to stay" I asked on the verge of tears.

"I don't know. Go live on the streets, see if I care"

I ran up to my room and took out a suit vase and starting throwing clothes in.

I took one good look back at the house I used to live in and slammed the door shut. I ran to the nearest bench and put my pillow on one end and layers down.

A car pulled beside me.

"What are you doing out here by yourself" a weirdly familiar voice called out. I looked up to see my bully ,Harry Styles.

"Why do you care?"

"Do u have a place to stay?"

"Yes" I lied

"Then why are you out here?"

"Okay fine I don't have a place to stay" I said ashamed.

"Get in"

"What?"

"Get in, you are going to stay at my place tonight"

"Are you kidding! You have bullied me for 6 years and you are telling me to stay at your place? I'm not that stupid"

"I'm serious get in"

I got in his black sports car.

""Why are you doing this for me?"

"I wasn't going to let you stay there all alone no matter who you are."

"Thank you" I replied

"For what?"

"Letting me stay with you"

" Can I ask you something?" He asked with a little bit of desperation in his voice.

"Anything"

"Why were you out in the park and not at home?"

This is the question I was dreading to hear.

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