Behind Fame (A Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 5

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I cried out loudly as I backed into the corner of the room. "NO! N-NO! DONT TOUCH HER! DONT FUCKING TOUCH HER!" I scream as I run forward towards the man which I do not wish to call my father. I lunge on top of his back, pounding him with my fists as I scream repeatedly.

My mother is choking and crying beneath him as he wrestles and chokes her, her face swelling up and turning red, as my fathers grip around her neck gets tighter and tighter. "NOOO! DONT TOUCH MUMMY!" I scream, crying as I realise the worst is coming.

"YOU FUCKED HIM! YOU FUCKED HIM! HUH?! FUCKING ANSWER ME! FUCKING ANSWER!" My father scream in my mother face as his grip tightens even more around her... she's slipping from the world. She lets go. I can see her weary slowly closing eyes look at me one last time before she closes them. My mother is gone... the noise and screaming comes to a halt. There is no noise at all. I fall to the ground, as my father realises what he's done. "Molly... Molly, stop it... you can wake up now dear.." he begins I sob.

I start gasping for air, I fall to my knees, the pressure on my chest is overwhelming. The screams begin to tear out of me before I can even realise. "YOU MONSTER! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MUMMY?! YOU MADE HER SLEEPING BEAUTY! WHEN WILL SHE WAKE UP! YOU MONSTER! YOU MONSTER! YOU MONSTER!" I keep repeatedly screaming in his ear until I feel his grip suddenly around my small neck.

I jerk awake, realising I had been shouting. I have cold sweat drenched all over my skin and the plain white bed sheets are sticking to me. My chest moves up and down as I sit up and gasp for air due my night terror.

I realise the wetness falls my hot cheeks. The flashbacks and memories come back. The pain is overwhelming I'm my chest. That sick man, supposedly my father, I will never call him that, took my precious mothers life and tried to take mine.

I look at my watch... It's a few minutes past five in the morning. I can't stand to stay in bed like this all sweaty, with the sheets sticking to me. I decide to go for a shower as I clumsily step out of my bed.

I feel the hot water touch my cold, yet sweaty skin. The feelings amazing.

All my childhood I remember my parents fighting.. well more my dad fighting with my mum. He was very physically violent and the alcohol didn't help. He would not just abuse my mum, but me as well. I remember in school my friends would always ask me why I has those purple ouchies all over me. My dads drinking led him to be insane one night, he somehow convinced himself that my mother was cheating on him with the grocery delivery man, just because she would have small conversations with him every time he came. This drove Kennedy (my dad) over the edge with jealousy. He accused my mum of cheating one night and ended up out of control. He... he killed my beautiful mother when I was six years old. I still struggle to say 'killed my mother' in my head let alone I other people. The only people that know are Mimi, my work boss, who is like a father to me, my fucked up aunt and the police. My fathers in jail now. He served a 60 year sentence. I thought it should have been a life sentence.

So for the rest of my childhood, I lived with my aunt Catherine, who was. A bitch and treated me like scum. She never fed me, or cared for me.

Most if my life I was at Mimi's house. Mimi told her parents after sometime about what had happened and they offered me place in their wonderful home. Lovely people. Thought my aunt refused to let me go, I obeyed, but practically lived at Mimi's. After school every night, I would to her place, then sleep over every weekend. Mimi and I were like sisters, but we didn't fight as much as normal sisters.

I take a deep breath as I get out if the shower and wrap my self in a towel. If I keep seeing Harry, I must tell him about my mother. It isn't fair, him not knowing and all.

I really do think I'm already completely head over heels for Harry, lets just hope he is the person I think he is. Because at the moment he seems to perfect to be real. But I know he is, fame hasn't changed that wonderful man at all.

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