little sister // calum hood (EDITING)

TWENTY THREE

!!VERY TRIGGERING TOPICS MENTIONED IN THIS CHAPTER!!
clara
as i got ready, the anxiety courses through me. thankfully, luke had a doctor appointment, so i was left alone. i was wearing black skinny jeans and calum's blink-182 sweatshirt. the smell still lingers on it and it calms me down. i know that going is probably the stupidest idea in the world, and i'm starting to regret telling him i would go.

suddenly my door opens and luke walks in.

"i'm leaving now. i trust you, ok?" he said, and i felt the instant guilt.

"ok, bye, love you" i said, and he walked out.

i waited around 10 minutes after he left to leave. i made sure i had my phone and that it was charged just in case. i took a deep breath, and walked out the door.

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i had to gain all the confidence in me to knock the door to the house i once called home. my hands were shaky and sweat was forming on my forehead despite the 45 degree weather. the door finally opened and a tall man with blondish hair and a scruffy grey beard appeared.

"clara." he said and moved out of the way to let me in. i hesitantly walked in the familiar house and everything is just like it was when i left. "you can walk around, i'll bring the coffee once it's done."

i walked up the stairs and into my old room. all of the one direction and old justin bieber posters were still hanging on the purple walls. my collection of stuffed animals, most from my mom still sat on the dresser, and all of my old clothes were left untouched. i smiled as i sat on my bed before the man that is my dad walked in with two cups of coffee. he handed me one with a warm smile, and i accepted it and took a small sip. the coffee tasted slightly weird but i figured it was just stronger than normal.

"so, clara, i wanted to talk you." he started.

"uh, okay." i said.

"i notice your hair is lighter." he pointed out.

"oh, yeah, i got it bleached." i replied.

"so, anyways, i wanted to apologize for everything i did while you were a kid." he said, yet i didn't believe a word.

"oh, okay." i responded blankly.

"uh, i don't know where to begin." he said. by now the coffee from his cup was already gone.

"i don't really have anything to say, so, go for it." i said. he smiled widely and looked and me.

"why aren't you drinking your coffee?" he asked.

"i'm not exactly thirsty at the moment." i responded.

"drink it." he said aggressively. i looked at him in fear and took a big gulp from the cup, wincing at the taste. "good. so now while i want to apologize, i believe you owe me one as well." he said.

"what are you talking about?" i asked in confusion.

"you left me here all by myself, nobody to talk to, nobody to take my anger out on, nobody to love." he said.

"uh, ok?" i said. i wasn't going to apologize for my father abusing me and me finally escaping as if it were my fault.

"it's been very lonely here, clara." he said, inching closer to me. "you know, you're mom was a beautiful woman, you look just like her." he said, his hand rubbing up and down my thigh. i felt highly uncomfortable and this is when i knew i was fucked.

"please stop." i said, pushing his hand off.

"what?" he asked in anger.

"uh, don't do that." i said confidently.