Not So Clichè

chapter 8

Harry's pov

Shit I don't know what's going on with me, whenever I'm free my mind is constantly occupied with thoughts and they all seem to orientate around one individual.

There's something that intrigues me about her, Jade that is. There's a fire inside of her, she's so sassy. But yet annoying as fuck, she seriously is a head fuck I can't get my mind around whether I like her or if she's just a pain in my arse.

Although, when i saw her run out of her apartment building something inside me snapped, it's not nice seeing girls cry, I'm so intrigued to why she was crying. Literally the curiosity is eating me alive! The coffee was nice, even though as usual I kept myself shut whilst she revealed little things about her past. I still feel as if she is hiding something, but that would be hypocritical of me, as there is so much of me that is hidden.

I don't think she's going to open up to me after all I was a bit of a douche as I ran out of the coffee shop without as much of a goodbye. I guess the nosy shit part of me is gonna have to tune down for a bit until I can get her to trust me.

I didn't have to give a reason to say goodbye to Jade, there is so much shit going on in my life that I didn't even give it consideration.

The moment I checked the time I knew I had to get home. It was that time of the day, I knew he'd be home now.

You see, it all started when I was 8 years old, something flicked in my dad. It's like his candle had been blown out, he lost his job, we were kicked out of our home and 5 of us, including my mum, dad, and two little sisters and I,were forced to live in a 2 bedroom flat. Going from a 5 bedrooms house with plenty of room, I mean it was nothing extravagant but it was home and comfortable. This 2 bed flat, that we still live in now, is small, it smells, it's not clean and it isn't home!

At this point my dad was no longer the friendly, loving dad I had grown up to love he began coming home from a low paying with unsociable hours job, with all this built up stress from the hard work. The scent of whiskey and cigarettes constantly on his breath.

I came home one day after school to find my mum passed out on our dirty black tiled kitchen floor, at first I assumed she was ill. But when I approached her and got closer to try and help her, it was then I noticed the hand mark on her right cheek and other bruises placed all over her body.

It was then i realised, that my mum hadn't just fallen nor was she ill. My dad had hit my mum.

I remember on that day I made a promise to myself to ensure that I would be home every day before my dad got home from work. The guilt of seeing my mum like that eats me alive. Even as an 8 year old I knew I wasn't going to let this happen again. I had to make a sacrifice for my mum and for my sisters.

So everyday, since that day I would ensure I was home before my dad, if he even deserves that title. I would take the blow to save my mum and sisters. My mum and sister have no idea, my mum thinks that the abuse stopped and it was a one off thing and my younger sisters have no idea it even started.

At 3'o'clock everyday I stand in the kitchen allowing my dad to use me as his personal punch bag, I don't punch back or fight back because I know then he won't get his relief and may turn to someone weaker. E.g. my mum and sisters and I couldn't live with myself if that happened.

The bruises are easy to cover up, being a lad, you just comment on how you got in a fight with a guy double your age. It's easily believed!

When I'm not at home protecting my family from a member of our own family, I act tough and close myself off from the rest of the world. No one needs to know about my shit, no one would care anyway, you just have to get on with it I guess.

I suppose my whole "dick" aroma, is my self defence mechanism. I treat other people like shit and keep my emotions to a minimum. All the girls that throw themselves at me is also a good distraction from all the crap.

But who cares, right?

This party tomorrow night should

keep me distracted with all the girls.

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