Have A Little Faith (Harry Styles FanFic)

35-Fallen Angel

ARTIST: Three Days Grace       SONG: Fallen Angel

...A fallen angel, in the dark...Never thought you'd fall so far...Fallen angel, close your eyes...I won't let you fall tonight..."...

"No, put her in her own room please." I say and dad turns on his heels and does as I ask. 

After I pull her blankets back, dad lowers Faith onto her bed and he leaves her room without saying a single word to me. 

I pull off Faiths shoes and carefully take her skirt and leggings off before covering her body with the blanket. I use my crutch to slide her trash can beside her bed in case she gets sick before I leave her room. I decide to get her a bottle of water to put on her night stand in case she needs it but when I get into the kitchen, I find my dad sitting there with an expectant look on his face.

"Do we have to do this right now dad?"

"It's not like you're going to sleep anytime soon. You are going to stay up for a few hours and keep an eye on her anyhow so you and I might as well have a little chat."

"Yeah okay, just let me take her some water and then I'll be right back."

Dad nods his head and I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and take it to Faiths room; I set it on her night stand and turn on her lamp so it's not so dark in her room and then I make my way back into the kitchen. 

I settle myself onto the stool and look at my dad with a resolved look on my face; just waiting to hear whatever it is he has to say. Dad looks at me for a long time and just when I think he's about to say something to me, his eyes fall onto my hands as they rest on the kitchen counter. 

Both of my hands are swollen and dark red and even purple in a few spots; all four of my knuckles on my right hand are cracked open and seeping blood. Only two knuckles on my left hand are bleeding so it's obvious that most of my blows were inflicted with my right hand.

"What on earth happened to your hands Landon?"

"I'm fine dad."

"Did you fall?" He asks as he runs his fingers over the knuckles of my right hand and I wince in pain.

"No, I didn't fall. I got into a fight."

"A fight? Really? With who?" Dad asks as he pulls the first aid kit onto the counter, along with a large bowl of warm water.

"Some asshole named Jon Tull."

"By the looks of your hands and seeing that you don't have a mark on your face, you must have got the upper hand in that fight."

I don't answer right away because my dad is scrubbing at the dried blood on my knuckles harshly.

It hurts and I don't want to end up yelling at him when he's only trying to help. 

When he gets my hands clean of blood and starts to dry them, I start talking again.

"According to Jake, Jon couldn't even get a swing on me. I don't know, I don't really remember most of it."

"How can you get into a fight and not remember what happened? Are you sure you weren't drinking?"

"I wasn't drinking dad. I don't remember because I have never been so angry in my life. It was like, I wasn't even myself anymore. I just snapped. One second, I'm standing there looking at him and the next second, two people are pulling me off of him. It took three people to keep me down. Hell, Jake sat on me...it was crazy."