Deception || harry styles

Chapter 3

Cassie's POV

After the long day of shielding off rude glances and awkward stares, the bell finally rang. I was finally free from this prison called high school.

I grabbed my bag, practically running out the door. Abby was picking me up today , she was so happy for me that within three months I would be out of the house, away from our drunken parents. She warmly greets me by hugging me over the counsel. She then turns up the radio letting it drown out the thoughts of what my parents will do when we arrive back at the house.

I hate that I have to live my life in fear because of them.

I mean, aren't they supposed to be...parents?

Aren't they supposed to protect me from monsters, instead of being the monster?

Shouldn't they realize that the monsters they are get to my head and make me do unthinkable things to myself?

They should be congratulating me for winning awards at school, or making the school basketball team, not getting drunk off their asses every night and abusing me physically and emotionally.

Biologically they are my parents, but the only parental figure I have is Abby. The only person I have to look up to is her. Now I'm just going to be ditching her after the summer.

This is what she wants for you.

My subconscious reminds me.

I have replayed the moment I would say that to them- that they should be rewarding me, over and over my head at night, but I can never build up the courage.

The drive to our home is silent, as both our minds wander through the possibilities of the harm they would apply tonight.

As we roll into the driveway, my heart skips a beat as I see every single light in our house on. You could smell the alcohol from here.

Abby looked at me, and we both sighed before we opened the car doors, swiftly jumping out.

I grabbed my house key out of my coat pocket and as quietly as possible, I opened the large entryway door. Right as I take my first step in I hear the familiar slur of words from my parents. They have probably been fantasizing all day of what they could do to me and Abby as soon as the door was closed and the shutters were down.

"Where do you think you two are going?" My mother says as me and Abby both rush to the stairs leading to our rooms. We stop in our tracks and share a terrified glance before turning and heading toward our parents, bracing ourselves for the insults and bruises to come.

"What are you wearing, you whore," my dad laughs at my sister. He passed her, slapping her bum.

"and Cassie where are all your friends? Oh wait, you don't have any because no one can stand to be around you," my mother says before her and my father burst into laughter.

This is how things work around here.

One takes on Abby to hurt, and the other takes me, that way they can hurt us both simultaneously.

"Cassie sweetie, why the hell are you wearing a sweater? It's 80 degrees. Oh wait, it's probably because you cut. Because you're just a attention seeking bitch." my mom spits.

Abby turns to me, but I quickly look away. The pain and disappointment behind her eyes are too much for me to handle on top of my parents. How did she know I cut? And if she did why wouldn't she stop me?

Oh that's right, because my mother is a bitch.

Nothing new I guess.

"Abby, darling, why the sad face? I know what'll make that sad face go bye-bye." He raises his eyebrows before tracing a long finger down her face and down her side.

A mangled cry escapes my mouth without warning.

"Oh sweetie, if you want a turn all you have to do is ask." my so called 'dad' smiles devilishly at me. My dad rarely is ever the one to attack me, he chooses Abby every time, and I get my mother. It's sick to say, but I'm lucky I get my mother. I want desperately to be able to take away the pain that my father does to Abby, but if I act in anyway it will only hurt her more, and I can't make that mistake again.

"I need another drink," our mother whines. My father nods and they walk into the kitchen rummaging through the cabinets for some Scotch.

"Let's go," Abby whispers, and we both sneak back into our own rooms, locking them immediately. I stare at my John Green quotes wondering how I'm going to make through the summer- and if I will, for that matter.

We were safe.

For now.

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