Georgia Rose (One Direction)

Chapter 16

I quickly snatched the gossip magazine out of my fathers hands and rolled it up putting it under my armpit so he couldn't see it any longer.

"Him out of all people Georgia!?" He raised his voice and I flinched. I've heard more than enough people yell at me today.

"What in gods name are you thinking! Did you think you could get away with this? And he's famous too? Jesus Christ!" He yelled at me before smashing the palms of his hands on the small table in the hallway making me flinch back again.

I didn't even answer him, he needs to calm down. Yes, I may seem calm and collected when you observe my exterior, but that is definitely not the case on the interior.

Im actually freaking out.

I did expect to be in magazines and in the media but not necessarily the biggest damn story they write. I didn't expect them to put that picture on the front cover and I didn't expect such hurtful words. People in this world really know how to put a person down.

"Answer me god damn it Georgia!" He demanded.

Why is he talking to me this way? I haven't seen him like this is so long. He's scaring me. He just needs to realize if he keeps overprotecting me like this he's just gonna push me away even more. And last time I checked, I was one of the only people he had left. Other than Jessica but who gives a flying fuck about her.

Okay, so I made a mistake. He doesn't have to make me swim in my own guilt, he could at least comfort me about it. You know, like a father should.

It feels like the relationship I have with my him is slowly starting to crumble down once again. It's stressful because we only recently became close again, he only just started to trust me after everything that has happened in the past 4 years.

And now were back to fighting like we used to.

My dad sighs and tries to grab the magazine from my armpit but has no success. This magazine is way too embarrassing for him to see, even though he's probably already read it.

"No!" I screeched as he tried to grab it again. I pulled away and he grabbed my arm tightly trying to force it out of my grasp.

"Dad, stop!" I plead because his fingers were digging into my sensitive skin.

"Give me the god damn magazine!" He said as he tried to sound as intimidating as he possibly could.

"No! I don't want to! Leave me alone!" I screamed so loud the neighbors could probably hear me.

He grasped my arm tighter hoping he could get me to release the magazine, he had no such luck though. The pain shot through my arm but I could not let him get the best of me, I have to fight back.

I quickly pulled my way out of his grip and bolted up the stairs, with him still hot on my heels.

"I will not be treated this way young lady!" He yelled after me.

I ran into my room and locked the door. I take my time to silently thank him for forgetting to take the lock off of it like he said he was going to.

The adrenaline I'm feeling right now is unbearable as my father starts pounding on my door.

It kind of feels like old times.

The way my heart is pumping and how my breathing has increased in pace feels exactly like it used to. It feels so familiar and to be honest, I kind of missed it. I remember feeling this when I'd do things like hiding drugs and alcohol from my dad. I'd have to run up the stairs and hide them under my bed, he caught onto what I was doing pretty fast though. He'd chase me up the stairs like he just did and I'd lock the door feeling like I'd actually accomplished something.