Alex's pov
"What was he doing here?" My dad asked sternly "I- I don't know, he just burst in saying he was getting chased" I spoke nervously "I don't care Alex! Let him get chased he's fucking one of them!, it was probably the east side chasing him, your such a fucking idiot!" He stepped closer and closer whilst I stepped back until my back hit the wall, there was nowhere to run now.
"He was hurt, dad" I tried to explain but he wasn't listening "Alex, Alex, Alex. Don't you fucking get it yet. You can't see him because it will ruin my reputation" "your reputation, what reputation?" I asked "do you want me to show you my reputation!?" He screamed in my face. He kneed my in the stomach and I felt myself begin to fall, but he grabbed my neck and held me against the wall, he threw my head against the wall which left a stinging pain at the back of my head. He looked so angry. And it terrified me. He let go and I fell to the floor, he walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer. He began downing it. I could feel myself start to cry, I began to sit up "dad..." I pleaded "fuck up you pathetic excuse of a daughter!" He shouted and threw the beer bottle at me, it smashed next to my legs, the glass jagged into them, leaving tiny cuts all over them, I screamed out in pain, he still didn't care. How could he do this to his own flesh and blood. "Dad please, I need to go bandage these up" I begged "stay there" he shouted stepping closer and closer once again "dad, these are going to get really bad if I do-" I was cut off by his foot meeting my stomach, I lay back clutching my stomach.
He slapped me across the face as hard as he possibly could, he then walked over to the fridge and grabbed more beers and sat and drank them one by one.
I cried and cried. I couldn't even move because I was in so much pain.
About half an hour passed by and my dad fell asleep. Probably from drinking so much.
How am I going to get help?, I then remembered I had my phone in my back pocket.
Before I knew it I dialled his number.
"Ring"
"Ring"
"Ri-"
"Hello?" His deep voice spoke
"Harry-" "are you okay, cause you don't sound it" he asked "help me please" I began crying again "Alex what's wrong?"he sounded worried "it's, it's my dad..." I explained "your dad?" "He's really drunk, please Harry-" I was cut off and the phone flew out of my hand.
I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I screamed so loudly. I turned around and he was just stood there. Knife in his hand.
Harry's pov
"He's really drunk, please Harry-" she was cut off and soon after I heard a scream. The scream belonged to Alex. She sounded like she was in pain, and a lot of it.
I have to go and get her. I can't just leave her, for all I know she could be dying in there.
I ran to my car and drove as fast as I could to Alex's house, I pulled up and got out running to the front door. It was locked, no surprise there. I kicked it until it opened "Alex?" I said loudly i walked into the living room and her dad was sleeping with loads of beer bottles surrounding him, where was Alex?, I strolled into the kitchen and she lay there "oh god" I breathed, I couldn't believe what I was seeing "Harry" she spoke "Alex? What the fuck happened?" I asked concerned
Alex's pov
"Alex? What the fuck happened?" He asked "dad..." I trailed off "he did this to you?!" "Help me, Harry, I can't stay here anymore" I begged "I won't let you" he breathed "is this your phone?" He picked it up and I nodded "okay I'm going to try and pick you up, I'm sorry if I hurt you" I nodded in agreement to weak to speak now, he picked me up bridal style "Alex..." He trailed off "you've been stabbed, and it's bleeding" he explained whilst putting me in the front seat "you might need to go to hospital" "no" I begged "but Alex, it's not going to get any better...unless" he explained "unless what?" I asked "unless my dad stitches you up himself, he does it all the time for me and the boys if anything happens to us" "if it's the only option then, it looks like I'll have to"
"You've got a text" he said whilst handing me my now smashed phone " thanks" he then began driving I went into my text messages
It was from Nicole
"Help me." It read, what did she mean?
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FanficI had never met a girl like her. She wasn't afraid, she wasn't afraid of saying what she thought, telling the two most famous gang leaders round here that they were pathetic. Apart from her looks that's what I like about her. I was brought out of my...
