User of the Day: @-wefit-
Speak With Confidence;
Chapter Eight.
:"It's dangerous and I'm falling"
Surprisingly, a whole week of vocal appointments had passed and nothing changed. I warmed up to him drastically after the kiss...snog, whatever.
We continued with the method with no kisses in between. Kind of upsetting really... I mean, it's a good thing. Yeah.
"I'm talking to you Niall." A stern voice said breaking me out of my thoughts.
"O-o-h, u-um, ca-can you re-repeat you-yourself?" I asked politely, hoping he wouldn't be as mad.
My father shook his head, clearly annoyed. "I'm not going to waste my breath on a lost cause." I sighed.
Of course.
I turned towards my mother but she refused to make eye contact with me. I screwed up, whatever it was.
Father got up abruptly, still angry maybe angrier, and stalked towards me. He roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me upstairs to his office. Mother was pleading from downstairs for him to stop. Her pleas were useless.
I understood now
"Why wasn't I aware that you were taking speech therapies?" I remained silent.
"You and the bitch of your mother thought I wouldn't find out huh?!Thought you could hide something like this from me cause I'm stupid, right!?" He paused waiting for an answer. When he got none from me he continued. "WRONG."
A slap to the face.
A punch to my stomach.
A knee to my nose.
A kick to my side.
A twist to my ankle.
A twist to my shoulder.
crack.
A slam of the door.
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