Teenage Run Away ✘ Harry Styles [2013] ✔

Chapter 9

"Dylan! Get down here now!" My mother yelled from downstairs. I heard Dylan's door open and shut. "I can't believe this! You acctually have the nerve to do this?! This is unexceptable!" She shouted again. I wonder what he done? "Dan!!" She shouted for my Father. The minute I heard Dylan scream, I hopped off my bed and rushed to him. He was laying on the kitchen floor holding his stomach, tears flowing down his cheeks. I don't care when I get hurt but when it's Dylan, I care more than anyone could ever know.

"What did you do?!" I shouted at my Father. I got down and sat beside Dylan, trying my best to comfort him.

"Don't you shout at me young lady!" My Dad grabbed my arm and yanked me up. I heard something pop in my shoulder and I felt a sharp pain. I whinced when slapped me across the face. "And don't you dare try to help your brother! He deserves to suffer!" My Mother added.

"What did he do?" I tried asking calmly. I brought my hand up to my cheek and the recently smacked skin, was now burning hot.

"He lied to us! Insted of extra credit, He went to his buddies house!" My mother yelled. "I thought you were better then that." She said to Dylan.

I was already crying from the pain in my shoulder and cheek, I cried even more seeing how my brother was being treated. Even though we're used to it, it still hurts.

My Father bent down and pulled Dylan up so he was standing beside of me. He didn't yank him as hard as he did me because Dylan was laying down.

"You ever lie to us again," Dad whipered in his ear "You'll know what's coming for you." He backed up a little and just when I thought he was done, He took a swing at Dylans Jaw.

More tears flowed from his eyes and It broke my heart. That's it, I can't stand this anymore tonight.

"When I say so, run upstairs as quick as you can, ok?" I whispered in Dylans ear. He nodded and I stood straight and looked my Father in the eyes, to see if he had any other reactions.

"What are you staring at?!" He yelled and slapped me again.

"Run!" I told Dylan and he took off up the stairs. I know what was going to happen from here.

Dad tried to grab Dylans arm to keep him from running up the stairs, but I grabbed his shirt and shoved him back. I've never done anything like that before, so we were all taken back by my actions.

But the shock on my parents faces was quickly replaced with anger. My Dad grabbed my arm and tried to drag me up the steps, while I was desparately trying to get away. But since he is much stronger then me, we were in my room within seconds.

He locked the door and threw me against the wall. I hit it so hard that I fell to my knees in pain, but that wasn't enough for him. He grabbed the back of my head by my hair, and held my neck back. The tears went down my cheeks as the pain in my neck became more unbearable. His grip on my head was unbelievably tight and I saw a proud smile on his face before He shoved me on my bed and I tried desparately to stay quiet, because I know if I scream Dylan will get worried or something and I can't let him worry. Let alone get hurt anymore.

I would much rather go through this, the see him suffer.

He grabbed my neck with his large fists and shoved me against the wall, hitting my head twice against it. My head pounded and I felt weak. When he punched me in the stomach was when I fell down in pain and took a deep breath, then let out the loudest scream I think I've ever made. He put a stupid smile on his face and walked out proudly.

I crawled to my bed and climbed on it desparately. I grabbed a pillow and soaked it in my tears. I continued to scream in my pillow from all the pain my Father caused and I heard a slight knock on my door.

I knew it was Dylan so I open the door and he shut it, then tackled me with a tight hug. We layed on the bed, crying into each others shoulders and trying our best to calm down. But no matter how much we tried, we couldn't.

Me and him screaming, is like music to their ears. They enjoy to see, or hear us suffer. Especially when they're the reason.

They've been like this for about five years now. They're on drugs and they get high about every night. My Dad goes to partys and stuff late at night, then comes home drunk. After that, They will have a fight at four in the morning and wake us up.

After they've finished taking it out on each other, it's our turn.

They do whatever they can to make themselves happy, even if it means making us miserable.

I've wanted to get away so badly. I've wanted to be able to run far away and never come back. Never worry about them finding me, or anyone else finding me. For once, I want to be alone so badly.

But there's so many things holding me back. Dylan, No money, No place to go, No plan, and plus, We wouldn't make it out there alone.

I just wish there was a loop hole because We can't keep living like this anymore.