Alex's POV
Another text from Amanda. She wasn't going to stop was she? I didn't even want to talk to her. I wanted to send her something though.
I started to type, "You need to just stop," but I stopped and deleted it. I hated this feeling. Wanting to say something, but not being able to. Not wanting to.
I heard a slam downstairs. Dad was home. I gulped and waited. He was going to come bursting through that door at any second. To make fun of me or just to scream at me for no apparent reason. For things that had happened years ago would pop into his head and he would start up with it again. I let out a heavy sigh, waiting. I didn't want to stand up and start doing things. I was afraid he would take that as an advantage. Whenever he came home drunk, I would run to my bed and wait. I would wait while hearing the screaming downstairs as mother screamed at him to leave. He would come back at her with some stupid-ass reply of insult.
So I sat there and waited while staring at my phone. Maybe I should reply. Anywhere would be better than here right now. No, I couldn't. Something in me told me I shouldn't. I wanted to go back there though. I missed Niall and Louis. Their smiles were plastered into my brain. They were so loving. Amanda did deserve Niall.
I heard stomping coming up the stairs. Shit.
There was a loud pounding on my door and then is flew open.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he screamed at me. I was so used to this now that I just shrugged.
"Answer me!"
"Nothing. Why?" I used to scream back, but it would just make things worst.
"You little shit! You're so fucking lazy! You're coming with me!" He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of my room. He started screaming at my mom to take him to go get more beer. She refused until he threatened to hit her. He still held onto me as he dragged me to the car. That meant we were leaving a three other siblings home alone; ages 8, 4, and 2.
Right now, anywhere would be better than here.
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Will You Break Me? [Harry Styles Love Story]
Fanfiction"I was crying. I was moving. I had a million thoughts rushing trough my head. I was breathing. But, I still felt dead." -- Amanda 'Love' Tomlinson