The Styles Triplets

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Thank you so much to everyone who's reading, commenting, and voting. I'm dedicating this chapter to AndreaNicoleBerrios. I have to say, I was truley touched at how many of you said you hope things get better for me. It means so much, and I love you all so much more. I just love you all with all of you heart. Please play the song I'm going to put on the side, and just so you know the girl on the side is Perrie. I'm gonna try to make this chapter long, so lets begin! Lots of love, XOXO - AwkwardPanda13 

WARNING: Very sad, will give you feels. Prepare the tissues and the inhailers and the ice cream.

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~ Edward's POV ~

"Dad?" I breathed, looking at my father who stood infront of me, looking far from happy.

"Am I? Am I your dad?" He spat.

"What are you talking about? Of course you're my dad!" I yelled.

"Really? Because I don't think so, because aint no son of mine a faggot." Dad hissed.

My stomach dropped and I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. I knew this would happen, I hoped it wouldn't but it happened anyway.

"That's what you are, you know. You're a faggot." Dad shouted.

"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean there's something wrong with me." I snarled.

His hand made contact with my face and I fell back, holding my cheek.

"Don't talk back to me, you fag! You aint a real man, real men like women! But you may as well be a woman!" Dad spat, littarly spitting on me.

"I am a man. I'm more of a man than you'll ever be!" I said, standing up.

"What did you say to me you little shit?!" Dad screatched. 

I felt myself being punched in the stomach. I tried to fight back, but it was useless. I fell to the ground and was bombarded with kicks and hits from my father, along with horrible words to fill my heart with pain.

"You fuckin' pansy! Aint nobody gonna care if I kill ya! Hell, I fucking should! You pathetic faggot anit bring nothin' to this world but dissapointment and pain!" Dad screamed, kicking me in the rest.

I was coughing up a storm. I tried to pull myself up, but that earned me a blow to my wind pipe.

"Leave me alone!" I chocked.

"You don't give me orders, fuckin' faggot." Dad screamed.

It only got worse from there. I tried to crawl away, but he stomped on my leg, making me scream as loud as I could as tears poured out of my eyes.

"HELP! SOMEONE! HELP ME!" I begged loudly.

"Shut up, bitch! No one's gonna help you!" Dad spat, sitting on my chest.

~ Harry's POV ~

"Where's Edward?" Mom asked, looking around the house.

"He's out." I said.

"Out where?" Mom demanded.

"His happy place." Marcel said.

I gave him a look but he waved me off.

"His happy place? And where is that?" Mom asked.

"I don't know. Zayn, Niall, Perrie, and Liam do though." Marcel said, pulling a pickle out of the jar.

Mom nodded and called Liam, than Zayn, than Niall. None of them picked up the phone and Mom looked like she was going to scream.

"No one is picking up their phone! Do either of you know where any of these kids live?" Mom said, pulling at her hair.

"I know where Zayn lives..." I said awkwardly.

"We're going there." Mom stated, grabbing her keys and her purse.

Next thing I knew I was at Zayn Malik's door step and Zayn was giving mom directions to a lake that Edward loves to hang out at.

"Thank you Zayn." Mom said, giving him a hug.

~ Edward's POV ~

"Oh my god! My baby!" I heard mom scream.

"Shit." I heard dad mutter before trying to make a run for it and failing misserably.

"DES! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" Mom shrieked.

And everything went black.

~ Marcel's POV ~ 

I sat in the hospital waiting room, wondering if this was how Edward and Harry felt when I was the one in the hospital bed.

"How could you, Des?!" Mom screamed as the coppers cuffed dad.

"He's a faggot, he deserved it." Dad snapped.

"You beat Edward to a fucking pulp because he's gay?!" Harry shouted, standing up.

"Yeah, is there a problem?" Dad snarled.

"Yeah, there is. That's my brother and he doesn't deserve what you did to him!" Harry yelled.

"He's a faggot, Harold! Faggots deserve to be beaten and he wasn't man enough to take it all!" Dad shouted, getting in Harry's face the best he could.

"No, he's plently man. He's ten times the man you'll ever fucking be! You don't know shit!" I yelled, suddenly feeling brave.

"What did you just say to me?" Dad hissed.

"You heard him." Harry said, stepping infront of me.

"Take him away from here." Mom snarled.

I watched the cop drag dad away, and thought about how this all happened. This all happened because of a picture. Because Dad can't get his head out of his ass and love all of his children. My thoughts were intterputted by loud crashing sounds and screams and soon a nurse ran out.

"Is something wrong?" Mom asked quickly.

"Yes. Uh, are you Edward Styles' family?" The nurse asked hesitantly.

"Yes." I said.

"Well, uh, how do I put this? Erm, Edward has tried to... hang himself." The nurse said looking down.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"