Accidents Happen (Harry Styles)

Chapter 11

I watch as my father screams at my mother on the ground as he raises his hand to slap her in the face again. "You whore!" He screams at her. I want to stop him desperatly as his hand comes into contact with her left cheek, but i can't move. I can't even scream. I open my mouth to yell at my father or call for help, but nothing comes out. All I can do is stand there and watch. I try to look away but my head won't move. My father doesn't even look up at me. My mother screams for him to stop but he just won't leave her alone. Blood drips to the floor form my mothers face. There is a deep cut on mum's cheek and i can tell she's in pain.

My father grabs a fist full of her hair in his hand and throws her across the room, making her crash into the door frame. She lets out a yelp and brings her hand up to the back of her head. I look at her hands and they are covered in blood. I desperately want to help but i just can't. This is like the most terrible dream. Wait, this is a dream.

My eyes fling open and i sit upright in a flash. I cover my face with my hands, noticing i am completely drenched in sweat. I can feel my eyes get hot with tears as i remember my dream. Which was a memory. The memory of the day my dad left us. I never knew the reason why he did that to my mother, but all I knew is that he left us for another women.

I look over at the clock at its only 4am. Great. I get up to get a drink of water to see if that will help me get back to sleep quicker. As i lay back on my bed, the only thing i can think about is that dream. I've had it before but it never seemed that real. I stare at the ceiling for what only feels like seconds, but when i turn over to check the time again, it's already 7am. Deciding that I can't get any slep in before school, i roll out of bed and take a shower. I have a cold shower to try and wake me up and it helps a little.

As i eat my weetbix and drink my coffee, my mother walks in. "Goodmorning." She says with a small smile. Wow, I didn't see that coming. I just stare at her in shock. I never see her in the mornings. She's always got a mad hangover and stll in bed. And she never says any kind of greeting to me. Ever.

"Morning..." I say hesistantly, watching her every move closely.

"Would you like me to drop you to school so you don't have to catch the bus?" She says. I can't even reply im in so much shock. What is going on? She almost seems like the old, sober mum. Wait, she is sober!

"Umm, yeah sure." I decide against confronting her for the reason she is being so kind. I want to take advantage of this moment while she is sober.

"Okay, just give me 10 minutes to get ready." She says and skips out of the kitchen into her bedroom. Okay, that was so weird. I am officialyy freaked out by my mother's actions.

"Mum we have to go now." I yell. She said 'only 10 minutes' but now its been almost 20. 

"Sorry! I'm coming!" She yells form her bedroom. I walk back into my room and grab my school bag. One good thing about going to a public school is that they dont care how you wear your uniform, just aslong as you wear one. I wear a navy blue pleated skirt, which stops mid thigh. I also wear a white button up t-shirt which is rolled at the sleeves and i leave the top 2 buttons un-done.

I walk out to the kitchen and call mum one more time. She finally walks out of her room wearing dark blue jeans and a nice white t-shirt. Her make-up is done, which is a first, and she actually looks decent for once. Even with all the alochol that she drinks, her body is still fit like a 20 year olds.

"Dayum mumma your looking fine today!" I say with a ghetto accent. "The reason for all this is because...?" Now i really have to know why she is being so nice.

"I just want to get back on track and have a better relationship with my daughter." Maybe she really is trying.

"So no more drinking?" I ask.