{2} Are you shitting me!

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"Give you this, give you that. Blow a kiss, take it back if I look inside your brain."

Harry's POV

After school was okay until I got the unsettling phone call.

**Recap**

I was walking through an alley. It was shorter walk home then taking Kings Ave.

My phone starting ringing but I didn't bother checking who it was.

"Hello?"

"Hey Harry. Long time no see. I will see you soon. "

I realized exactly who it was.

My father.

** End of Recap **

He was in jail for domestic violence and attempted murder. So yeah. Just a little inside info.

I took a shower and put on a white tee, blue skinny jeans, a jean jacket, and white converse.

I saw a note and walked over to it picking it up.

Dear Hazza,

I'm so sorry I never really told you about this, but I'm bailing your father out of jail. I just need his support and you plus Gemma need a father figure in your life. Please don't stay mad for too long.

Mum. Xxx

How dare she! I absolutely hate her. I crumble up the paper and throw it in the trash can, slamming the front door on my way out.

*********At School********

"Hey lads. " I glumly said. I honestly felt like ditching, but I'm too much of a goody goody to do so.

"Hey Haz, You okay? " Zayn said, eyeing me skeptically.

"Yeah let's just go to class."

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Right now, I seriously wish that I ditched. We are writing poetry and I couldn't want to kill myself more than I want to right now.

Flashback.

"Harry I'm gonna get you!" My father yelled, chasing me around the park.

I squealed in delight, hiding behind a tree. Hands jabbed into my stomach making me scream.

"I told you!" Dad joked, looking me n the eyes.

"Dad? You're hurting me." I say, squirming in his grip. It only tightened making me wince.

"C-can you please let go?" I asked, tears blinding my vision.

This had always reminded me of what happened to Gemma when I was younger. My family thinks I forgot, but I never did.

"Shut up!" Dad growled, dropping me to the ground before harshly kicking me.

"Dad what are you doi-"

"Shut up! I'm not your dad. From now on you refer to me as sir, not dad. Now get up off your lazy ass and let's go." Father spat, dragging me by the arm.

Flashback over.

The bell rang and I hurried to collect my stuff or else I would be late to meet up with the lads.

/)/)/)/)/)/)/)/)LUNCH/)/)(//)/)/)/)/

I walked into the lunch room. The tables were filled with the usual people.

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