Til Kingdom Come [Harry Styles- Bk 4]

ch.46

Darcy rested her face in her palms, staring up at me with more interest and excitement than ever before.

"She tried to steal dad?!"

I nodded.

"She's a psychotic homewrecker" Darcy shook her head in disgust. I laughed uneasily.

"And she came damn close to shipping me off to Sicily," I nodded at the uncomfortable memories.

"Wow" Darcy shook her head. "If she had gotten dad, I wouldn't even be born."

I patted her shoulder. 

"That bitch."

"Ok, now Darcy. It was funny the first time, but now you're just taking advantage of my leniency," I reminded her gently. I wasn't an "easy-going" parent, nor was I unbelievably stern. But Darcy knew better than to curse that bluntly.

"I'm sorry" Darcy apologized softly. She sat upright on her bed and tugged a pillow to her stomach. I knew she didn't have cramps since there weren't any pads or tampons in her bathroom trash can.

"You ok, Darc?" I whispered, rubbing her back softly. She nodded stiffly. I sat down. "Darc--"

"I'm fine."

Darcy grabbed her books from her bag and stared at them, but she wasn't reading. 

"Darcy, you can tell me anything, you know" I reminded her, patting her back softly.

She nodded and wiped the corner of her eyes.

"I can't stop you from doing what you want, but I can tell you how to be safe" I told her confidently.

Something in my chest told me that Darcy hadn't been with Brock yet, but she could very well sneak off and stay with him. You never know. The one thing I could and will do everything in my power to control is her safety. The last thing I, let alone Harry, wanted was for Darcy to end up pregnant and stuck in an abusive relationship.

"He never hit me before" Darcy gasped.

My heart sunk in my chest. It was painful to lose, even nearly lose a lover, but to see your child being hurt...that's excruciating.

Darcy sniffled back tears. She leaned her head against my shoulder.

"I mean maybe I made him mad and that's why he hit me, but--"

"Darcy" I gasped. She blinked in confusion. "Never, ever blame yourself for someone else's stupid, barbaric actions."

Darcy nodded hurriedly.

"Your dad will never, ever tell you this, but his father, your grandpa, was very violent and he used to hit your grandma and your dad. I don't want you to end up in a situation like that. Ever" I shook my head.

Darcy dabbed at her faint tears and nodded softly. Her long, bleached-blonde hair fell over her round eyes. 

"He hit me because I wouldn't do it" she mumbled.

I stared at her. Darcy took a deep breath. Her hands were shaking slightly.

"He'd been pushing me harder and harder, trying to convince me that he loves me and that he cares...but I know he doesn't. I know what he wants. That's all he wants"

I wrapped my arms around Darcy so suddenly that she almost choked.

"You're the smartest and most hormonal teenager I've ever known" I admitted.

Darcy smiled weakly. "Is that a good thing?"

"Yes!"

Darcy laughed softly