The Styles Triplets

Chapter 23

"I can't believe you actually thought you can go over someone's house who I probably don't even know and SLEEPOVER without telling anyone!" Dylan yells at me. "Ungrateful child," he mutters, leading me to the living room.

I don't dare say anything to him, incase he does what he did to mum.

He walks across the living room to get right in front of me, "You probably spent the night with a boy. Taking after your whore of a mother!"

"I'm an adult now! You have no control over me," I start to say.

"But you live under my roof, therefore, I still have control!" He yells at me through gritted teeth.

"Well since you said that, I'm moving out!" I say walking toward the main hallway.

"Get the fuck back here before I kill you like I did to your mother!" He says grabbing my arm.

"You can't tell me what to do!" I yell at him.

"Whilst you're under 18 you listen to me," and with that he slapped me across my face.

I laugh a dry and humorless laugh. "Well you know what dad," I say with disgust, "I'm moving out and I am 18. If you don't remember, it's my birthday today!" I yell walking out of the room.

"You slut!" he yells running after me. He grabs my sprained arm, making me wince, and turns me around. "Don't you think, about walking away from me!" He says pushing me into the wall behind me.

Before I can fall to the ground he pulls me back up and pushes me against the wall, holding me up.

"You thought you would get away from me that quickly?!" He yells in my face. He pulls his arm back, getting ready to punch me in the face.

I close my eyes waiting for the blow. After a few seconds when I didn't feel anything, I open my right eye to see what's happening.

Well I didn't expect that.

Edward was there, holding Dylan in a very painful position.

"I'd stop now if I were you, kid," Dylan spits. "Remember who you work for."

And just like that, Dylan was on the floor, in the fetal position.

"Don't you fucking touch her again!" he yells kicking my dad in the ribs.

"E...ed...Edward..." I whisper.

He looks over at me with anger in his eyes. My gosh, he looks scary. He closes his eyes, takes a few breaths to calm down, and then opens them. He is now looking at me with concern in his eyes.

"Baylee, are you okay?" He says slowly walking over to me.

Before I know what was happening, I attack him in a hug.

"It's okay Baylee," he says soothingly.

He pulls away looking down at me. He wiped the tears that I didn't know were falling freely down my face.

"How...when...what...?" I stumble saying.

He chuckles at me. "Marcel and Harry called me after you went inside just in case something happened. But I'm pretty sure they could've handled it themselves," he says smiling.

"What do you mean? And why did he say "Remember who you work for"?" I ask him.

"I'll tell you soon," He says. "Why don't you go upstairs and pack a few things quickly?" He asks me pulling me back in for a hug.

"Why?" I ask looking up, but only seeing his chin.

He pulls back a bit so he can look in my eyes, "Because you are staying with me for a bit."

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yes, I'm one hundred precent sure!" He replies pushing me towards the stairs.

"Uhh...guys," Marcel says running into the main hall.

"Yes Marcel?" Edward says while we both turn around to look at him.

"The police are here!" Harry yells running in and up the stairs like a crazy manic. "I swear I didn't do anything!"

"Crap! Why are they here?" Edward asks.

"I can explain that," I say walking forward.

"Well, then, explain!" Harry says hanging over the rails on the balcony.

"Before I went in, I called the police, you know, in case he admitted to murdering my mum and he did so I guess they came..." I explained.

"A bit late don't you think," Harry replies. "Wait. What? Your dad killed your mom?!"

I nod silently.

"What about our mom? What would've happened to her?" Marcel asks.

"I don't know. Where is your mom?" I ask them.

"Oh. My. Go-!" Harry didn't finish.

"Stay where you are!" a police officer says walking.

We all freeze turning to face the officer at our front door.

"Baylee...Is that you?" The officer says looking at me, squinting.

"Uhh...yes, I'm Baylee. I'm sorry, who are you?" I ask the police officer.

"It's me!" he says taking his hat off.

"No shit," Edward mutters so I only hear.

"Mr Bandera!" I say a bit too excitedly.

"Baylee, I'm proud of you! You caught your dad admitting it. Lucky I was working so I could confirm yours and his voices." He says.

"It's about time he gets put away," Harry says.

"Excuse me officer. What are you doing in my house?!" Anne says walking in with shopping bags in her hands.

"MOM!" Harry says running down the stairs and hugging her tightly.

"Harry, get off of me!" Anne yells at him.

I start cackling along with Marcel and Edward.

"Baylee called us and we came," Mr Bandera explains to her.

"Why?" She asks looking around. "What is Dylan doing on the floor?" She asks.

"Six years ago, Dylan Jensen committed a murder. At the time there wasn't any evidence that it happened, but Baylee caught him admitting it whilst calling the police." He explains the story to her.

"Oh dear. Oh dearie me," She says fainting after with Harry catching her.

"Kids you can go to your rooms." He says looking at Edward, Marcel and I. "And can you take your mum to hers?" He asks Harry.

We all nod and head upstairs.

"God mom, you're heavy when you are asleep." Harry complains.

"You are lucky she is sleeping," Marcel says laughing slightly.

"Edward?" I say.

"Yes Bay?" He asks.

"Can we go to the doctors or hospital after all this?" I ask shyly.

"Why?" he asks again.

"I think my shoulder is worse," I say as Edward and Marcel follow me into my room.

"Oh that dick," Edward mutters.