Secret Little Rende-Vouz (Harry styles au)

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         Lexis' POV

           "I'm home!" I yelled as I walked into the small worn down house that my sister and I have been living in with our father for 9 years. It was dark and I could barely see anything but I could smell the stench of alcohol through out the house and I knew that my father was home....

         It is currently 9:46pm here in London. My little sister ,Pepper, and I had moved over to the UK  to live with our abusive father when our mother had died in a car accident 9 years ago.  My parents got divorced when we were very young. My father moved to London afterwards and my mom took care of my sister and I in our home in Texas... That is until my 11th birthday. The day I could never get out of my head and when my depression started.

My mother went to get ice cream for my birthday and when she would get home we all would sit on the couch to watch my favorite movie, "Frozen", (Don' judge me!!!) while eating ice cream. But my mother was on her way home and a selfish, drunken teen had hit her car causing it to swerve off the road and killing my mother instantly due to head trauma. It was all my fault. I still blame myself for my mothers death... If I hadn't asked her to go out to get ice cream she would probably still be here to this day and I wouldn't have to be living with my drunk bastard of a dad.
Suddenly I hear a loud bang snapping me out of my thoughts, causing me to think of one thing now...Pepper.

"STOP.... I didn't mean to please I'm sorry!" I run up the creaky stairs and down the hall to my sisters room where I hear sobbing and the drunk bastard himself. As I get to her room and I see my little sisters fragile body on the floor holding her face, tears are flooding her eyes while my father stands drunkenly over her with an empty beer bottle in his left hand and as I look back up at his dark, clouded brown eyes he raises the bottle throwing it with hard force, luckily I dodged it.
"Don't you ever disrespect me again you pathetic slut" he slurred. My father turned around and began walking passed me and descended down the stairs. As soon as he left I ran towards my weak little sister who was now passed out on the cold, filthy floor. She had a swollen, throbbing black eye from where dad had hit her. As I looked over her wounds I had noticed there was a small gash above her eye brow that was bleeding. I had ran to the bathroom and got the first aid kit and cleaned her wounds the best I could. After I made sure my sisters injuries were minor (compared to other abuse moments) I had helped her into her bed. As I tucked her into her small bed I couldn't help but wish I could take all of this away and give her what she deserves. That's my plan when I turn 20 in two months. We will live far away from all of this. The bad memories, the drama, the hurt... I am determined to make my sister have a better time growing up than I did... And that's just what Ill do.