Why?
That's a good question.
Why is my dad a drunk?
Why is my mom stuck with him? Why is this happening to me?
" get back here Julie!!" My father yelled from downstairs
" Ronnie please! Calm down!" My mom said
" calm down?! Don't tell me what to do Julie! I tell u what to do!"
These fights were not strangers. My dad would go out, get drunk then come home and yell at me or my mom. I, right now, am huddled in the closet of my bedroom, hugging my baby sister to my chest.
" Annie, what going to happen" my sister Claire asked, worry filling her voice.
" I don't know sweetie." I said.
The yelling continued downstairs. Thing were being smashed to the ground. Claire started to cry.
" Julie I don't know what u think u know, but I am the perfect husband. I....I...."
A thud cam from downstairs and soon my mother opened the door to the closet with our bags packed.
" come on! We are leaving!" She said. I grabbed Claire's hand as we walked out of my room and downstairs. My father was passed out on the floor with a vase by his head. I looked my mother and she shrugged, like " what..I did what I had to do."
We stuffed our bags into the trunk and drove away, as far as we could go. My mom her kept looking behind her like father was going to follow us. I prayed that wouldn't happen. We made it to a hotel with no problems, checked in and got a room.
We settled in but really we were all on edge. What if he finds us? What if he comes here?.
" girls go get ready for bed, please." My mother said. I hopped off the bed and carried Claire to the bathroom. As we passed the window I saw a figure.
" MOM!" I called as Claire started to whimper.
" girls," my mom said sternly " getting the bathroom and don't come out until I say." We hurried to the bathroom and shut the door.
" Claire," I said to my sister " we have to be very quiet."
" okay Annie."
"JULIE!!"
My father pounded on the door and called my moms name again.
" Julie open this door!!" He yelled. With all the banging yelling and cursing he did, I haven't idea how the people next to us didn't hear. Maybe they didn't want to get in family business,may be they were scared, maybe..they didn't care.
" Ronnie please...go away! Your scaring the children."
" Those brats are better off with me!" He retorted. " now open this door!"
" No! Not until you calm down!"
" I. Am.Calm" he said hitting the door with every word. He kept hitting the door until in broke off it's hinges. I heard my mom scream and cry.
" Ronnie please!"
" I love you Julie."
I heard gun cock.
" Freeze!" Someone, I'm guessing a cop yelled.
I heard my dad say " no" then the trigger was pulled.
" NOOOO!" My mom screamed. Thinking that he had shot her I raced out of the bathroom to see my father not mother lying in a pool of blood. Claire came out and started sobbing at the sight.
" ma'am," the cop said slowly. " can u come with us please?" My mom said nothing but nodded and took both our hands and walked out the room.
" He called." A cop said simply pointing a blond standing in the doorway of the next room. I ran to him and gave him a hug.
" thanks." I said.
" your so very welcome." He said rapping his hands around my waist,he had a deep Irish accent. This boy had saved my life. He took time to call. He probably didn't realize how much that meant to me. Last time my dad had a gun, he killed my older sister. That was before Claire was even born. I let go and started to walk away, but he grabbed my hand and wrote his number on it.
" Niall" he said cautiously like I was going to start screaming once I knew his name.
" Dont worry I'm not a crazed fan." I reassured him. I knew he was when I first saw him. He's Niall Horan from one direction. But I know that screaming and fangirling wasn't what he wanted at 2 in the morning. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. I smiled back walked away.
