Have A Little Faith (Harry Styles FanFic)

30-Ambulance

ARTIST: My Chemical Romance        SONG: Ambulance

..."...And if they ever let you down...I'll be the one who drives you home tonight..."...

"You hungry pretty girl?" 

She nods her head yes. 

"Have a seat and I'll get you a plate." I whisper in her ear before planting a kiss on her neck. 

Faith settles herself onto the stool that is at the end of the counter and she hangs her head down low to avoid looking at my dad. 

I shoot my dad a look before getting up and getting Faith a plate of food. 

The look I give him, tells him not to talk to her...

Just let her eat...

The three of us begin to eat our dinner in silence but Faith is having trouble because her hand is shaking so bad. 

I set my fork down and carefully take the fork out of her hand; she makes a weak noise and drops her head even lower as her hands fall to her sides. I swirl a bite of spaghetti onto her fork and hold it out to her.

"Let me help you." I say softly and after a few seconds she raises her head and takes the bite of food off of the fork. 

It's a long slow process but she manages to eat most of the food that I feed her, one bite at a time. When her plate is nearly empty she finally sits back on her stool and shakes her head no when I offer her another bite.

"I'm full." She says quietly.

"Okay."

"Thank you for helping me; I can't stop shaking for some reason."

"I'm happy to help. You're shaking because you are still upset. How was your nap?"

"I slept pretty well actually. I think that pill you gave me really helped me."

"Good, I'm glad. Don't be afraid to ask me for another one if you feel like you need it okay."

"Okay. Where did your dad go?" 

At her question, I glance over my shoulder to see that my dad is no longer sitting beside me; I didn't even notice him get up and leave.

"He's probably in the living room. He wants to talk to you when you are ready."

"Talk to me about what?"

"About what happened today and what we are going to do about all of this."

"How much does he know?" Her eyes go wide with worry.

"I didn't tell him anything other than you and your mom got into a fight and that it wasn't the first time this has happened. I only told him because well...look at you...he would have asked you anyhow. I wasn't sure how to explain things to him so I hope you're not mad at me for letting him look in on you when you were sleeping."

"So he got a good look at my face then?"

"Yeah and I told him your back and ribs are covered in more bruises too."

"I guess it's not like I could keep the bruises hidden from him but I'm still really embarrassed about all of this."

"Don't be embarrassed. This isn't your fault. What your mother did to you was wrong. She should be the one who is embarrassed, not you."

"Thank you for not telling him about the...the other stuff."

"I would never do that to you. You trusted me enough to tell me and I'm grateful for that trust; I wouldn't want to do anything to break that."