The Styles Triplets

Chapter 12

"She said that, to you?" Harry asked me.

"Exactly. Like yeah, I love him and all, but he is literally my brother," I say.

"That's so weird. She doesn't seem like the girl to threaten others. Always so kind-"

"I get it, Harry," I say, getting annoyed.

"Sorry. She's just a sweetheart around us," He explains himself.

"She must want you guys to like her. Or she just doesn't like me," I say, turning around and heading to my room, but not before mumbling, "Whatever," to myself.

Harry was the only triplet that wasn't doing anything. Marcel and Georgina were on a date and Amy hadn't left Edward since the day at the beach.

Whilst I was all alone, I started to pack my items away to make life easier in the future. I got through one pile of clothes on the floor next to my bed, when someone knocked on my door.

"Come in!" I yell, over the music I was playing.

"Now Baylee, what have I told you about yelling?" My dad says, looking annoyed, walking into my room.

"You haven't said anything?" I reply back, confused, whilst turning around to look at him. There, at my door, was the man I used to know as my dad.

"Stop with the sarcasm!" He shouts.

"I have never used sarcasm," I say, stuttering and taking a step back, hitting my bedside table.

"Don't raise your voice at me!" He yells, taking an intimidating step closer towards me.

"I-" I start to say, but the stinging on my cheek made me stop. I bring my hand to the now red handprint on my face and look at my father in shock.

"I swear to god Baylee, if you disrespect me one more time, you will be living in hell." He says walking out and slamming my door.

"I'm already living there," I mutter under my breath, trying to hold in the tears threatening to fall.

I instead fall onto my bed, clutching my cheek, trying to stop the stinging from his slap, but it wasn't helping. That's when I broke down.

He had changed for the better, and I believed he would stay this way. The loving father a young girl needs. But instead, he has gone back to the way he was many years ago.

"It's okay, Baylee," someone coos to me, sitting next to me and embracing me in a hug.

"What did I do wrong?" I stumble out through sobs.

This is such an embarrassing sight. Never have I ever cried in front of other people.

"He is probably going through a tough time," He said, trying to find an excuse for my father's behavior.

"But he doesn't need to take out on me!" I whisper-shout looking up at their green eyes, noticing that a few tears about to fall. "Why are you crying?" I ask him.

"I'm not," he quickly says, wiping his eyes of any tears. "I'm a big boy. Big boys don't cry."

I snort at his response, finally calming down from my downpour.

"And plus, I'm not a fan of upset Baylee," He explains, pulling me closer. I smile to myself and actually embrace his attempt at comforting me.

"You can come to me if you need anything. You know that, right?" He says, making sure I knew..

"Edward..." he cuts me off.

"I know I lost your trust, but I mean it," he says, kissing my forehead, and laying me down on my bed.