Abandoned (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

The morning was brighter than any other day in my new house so far. The sunlight peaking through my windows and waking me up earlier than I would've desired to rise. This day would be long, I could feel it. And I dreaded so many things about this God-given day. First, I would have to talk to Brandon about last night. Second, and even worse, I would have to talk to Percy about last night. Third, and the worst of all, I would have to talk to Harry about last night.

My nostrils are filled with the smell of newly cooked dough as I stretch my arms above my head. I crack my toes beneath my clean white blanket and release the stress from my mind. The stress-free feeling only lasted seconds before my brain focuses back on Brandon who is probably the source of that delicious smell.

I toughen up and mentally tell myself to be a big girl and face my fears. I brush my hair from my face to the back of my head and slip a pair of sweat pants over the tight shorts that were occupying my bare legs. I firmly grasp the door handle between my fingers and open the door.

I shuffle my legs until I enter the kitchen where my feet slow down and eventually stop, "Hi B," I make eye contact with a frantic looking Brandon. His smile appears for a few moments and then he focuses his eyes on the oven, "Need any help?" I laugh at him slipping a crumbling oven mitt on his hand and shoving it under the pan in the oven. He yanks the pan out and drops it on the counter in a hurry.

"Oh God," he stares at his masterpiece. More like piece of crap, "What am I doing wrong?" I walk over to him and look down at his pan of goo. I don't know what to say.

"I don't know...It smelt good though," I offer up while laughing. He laughs too. Our faces go serious at the same time, and you can tell he wants to avoid the conversation just as much as I did.

"I-Look, Scar, why don't you sit down?" He guides me to a kitchen table, "I-I don't know how to explain to you, that Percy isn't a good guy."

"Oh no, not you too," I roll my eyes.

"No, listen. He's almost like some sort of rival. I don't want you seeing him. I'm sorry for being such a hard ass, but you really don't get it. I don't expect you to. I mean you were raised in nice houses with-"

"HA!" I burst out with a hysterical sarcastic laugh, "Oh yeah, such nice houses. They were quite fit for a queen, I would say."

Brandon is drawn back by my sarcasm, "No, Scarlet, nice neighborhoods."

"No, Brandon. They were awful neighborhoods, with awful gross houses, that held disgusting people, who did dreadful things, people who lacked respect, money, and class. A town like this one, okay?"

"You don't know THIS town," he stresses, " Please, I'm asking you...No I'm telling you to listen to me. Don't be going around with that guy. Harry had no reason to attack him, but he WAS trying to protect you and you need to try to distance yourself."

"I need you to leave me alone, I appreciate everything you've done for me, taking me in and all. But I'd rather go off on my own then be bossed around like this. No secrets, no dating basically anyone, no walking around without protection, what's next, no being happy?"

"Fucking brat," he mutters under his breath, I decide not to comment on it, "Well I'm not gonna let you run away so you're going to have to deal with it," he grabs my arm and sternly stares me down.

"Let me run away? Deal with it? Oh sorry, I forgot, everything that goes here has to follow your dumb rules. I hate being smothered; so if I want to leave, I'm gonna leave," I yank my arm away from him. Running away didn't even cross my mind. But when he made it forbidden, it began to sound delightful. Brandon hasn't listened to my side of the story or let me voice my opinions and concerns. Thinking about him not letting me talk built up so much anger inside, it's like steam is actually pouring from my ears.