too cold outside for angels to fly

Chapter 18

~The last chapter was so short so I felt the need to update. 

‘Did you miss me?’ Those words kept replaying in my mind as I stared at the unfriendly face in front of me. Scotch in hand he swirled the ice around as the only sound that could be heard was the ice tapping against the glass of the cup and maybe even my heart that was beating rapidly.

My whole body was frozen at the realization that he had got in. My heart was not the only thing going frantic; my brain was on overdrive as I tried to analyze the whole situation.

“Where’s Nick” I shakily asked, trying to stay as calm as I could. “Oh you don’t really want to see him after what he did to you, do you?” My dad faked sympathy as he placed his alcohol on the table that used to have Nicks stuff on it. It was now empty; nothing of Nick’s left, making me worry.

“What are you talking about?” I stood my ground, keeping my eyes focused on every move my father made.

“Oh you didn’t hear?” My father raised an eyebrow with an amused smirk breaking out on his face. “They found who was hurting you Kat” My breath hitched in my throat. “It’s a shame really. No one ever expected the counsellor to be hurting you. Especially since he seemed like such a nice guy” My dad touched his heart as he acted like he cared.

Me on the other hand was fighting back tears in order to keep my tough act up. With every passing moment and every word that left my dad’s mouth just made me break even more inside.

“What did you do to him?” I barely got out as I eyed my father, pinning him to the spot. Silence corrupted the room, everything was silent. My sadness was starting to turn into rage as I watched the person who ruined my life remain silent at my question, the same stupid smirk never leaving his face.

“What did you do with him!?” I demanded a little louder this time causing my father to jump out of surprise. I had never raised my voice at him before and it actually felt good. My father stepped closer to me, stepping past the couch in the middle of the room to come only inches from me.

With every step forward his grin grew knowing that he was slowly killing me inside. “It’s not what I did to him… It’s what the cops will do to him” He let out an evil laugh as he hinted to me that he used Nick and I’s own plan on Nick. My father had told the cops, blamed Nick for all my bruises. How he had proof to back up his statement I have no idea all I know is I want to rip his head off.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” I snap, making my dad step back. I followed his footsteps, getting closer to him as he tried to back away. “THE ONE PERSON WHO I COULD TELL EVERYTHING TO, THE ONE FUCKING PERSON THAT WAS GOING TO HELP ME THROUGH THIS, YOU GOT HIM TO DISSAPEAR FROM MY LIFE” I exploded, throwing some not so colorful words my dad’s way.

His back was pushed against the cement wall as he stared at me with wide eyes. He looked frightened but what he didn’t know was that I wasn’t done raging yet. With all the power I could muster, bringing up every past and present memory that has been killing me I threw my fist hard, connecting it with my dad’s jaw line causing his head to turn and spit to fly from his mouth.

Again and again I hit him, over and over until I couldn’t any more. My dad was lying on the floor by the time I was done, blood gushing from his nose and busted lip.

I could tell he was struggling as he placed both hands on the ground along with his knees, taking his time to rise from the ground. I was panting, I could tell my face was red and my heart was still going at a rapid speed.

My father used the back of his hand to wipe away the blood that was still pouring out of his nose. He stared at his hand in disgust as his eyes burned with rage as mine had a few seconds ago.

“Go on, hit me. I know you want to” I teased my father. I felt like I was on the verge of going crazy. Everything was going by so quick and I felt like I wasn’t myself. His fist connected with my face. I stumbled backwards before regaining my balance and smirking.

“Is that all you’ve got? C’mon you hit like a girl” I continued to agitate my father until he hit me again, harder this time. It was as if my body was numb from all the pain he had caused me. I could no longer feel the physical pain he tried to inflict on me due to everything he had already put me through.

His fit hit me again and I snapped. My body fell week as I struggled to stand still, everything was shaking and I was vibrating with anger and sadness, everything was just too much.

“YOU HAVE MADE MY LIFE A NIGHTMARE!” I screamed out of pure rage. The tears I had been trying to fight back finally falling from my face. He has hurt me too much for one human being to handle. I gripped the couch for support as I let the tears flow from my eyes like so many times before.

My father also seemed too weak to do anything. He let his back hit the wall as he slowly fell to the floor. His lip was still bleeding and his nose was being clamped by his fingers. I had to leave and get away while I could.

With no refusal from my father I ran out of the room, my face red from crying, raging and being hit. I could feel my eye swelling as I struggled to keep it open. My head was pounding and I was growing weak.

“Kat are you ok?” Harry’s voice rumbled into my ear as I felt a pair of hands grip my shoulders as support. Yes Harry I am totally splendid, I mocked him in my brain.

“No, I’m not, ok? I’m not” I cried out as I pushed passed Harry. I was tired of telling everyone that I was fine because honestly it was a lie. A girl can only fake a smile for so long until it grows too much to handle and she just breaks. I think I’ve hit my breaking point.

In no time I was in my apartment, ignoring Kiara calling my name in a worried manner. I pushed open my door to slam it behind me as I collapsed on my bed. It’s never going to be over, nothing will get better.

I crawled under the covers and continued to cry as my head pounded from the continuing sobbing that left my mouth. I was so caught up in the bad stuff I hadn’t noticed Harry’s presence sneak up behind me, he layed beside me putting a comforting arm around me as he let me cry into his chest. His shirt was soaking as I try to keep the cries back.  I gripped his black shirt tightly with my hand as I let all my troubles out with my tears.

“I…j-just want to live my life… again” I struggled out as I choked back tears that were still mindlessly flowing from my face. Harry’s grip held me tighter against him as he rocked me slightly as you would with a baby. The feeling was relaxing as I slowly stopped crying. Only a few whimpers would leave my mouth every once in a while as I calmed my breathing and wiped my face.

“Don’t worry, I’m here for you Kat” Harry shushed me as his kind words helped me relax even more. Eventually I stopped shaking and my breathing was back to normal as my head was still pounding profusely. At the moment I didn’t care, I needed more moments like this just lying in Harry’s arms nothing stopping us from being happy. If only it could stay this way.

~Hey, I really like this chapter :) I don't know how many more chapters there's gunna be but I think this story is ending soon.... BUT I think i'll be making a sequal so yay! Comment what you thought of this chapter cuz I wanna know!

Love you allll, byeee