Life With One Direction

Chapter 8

Mary's Point of View

"What the fuck is he doing here?" I yelled at my mother.

"Em that's no way to talk to your mum," he said.

"Don't you fucking dare say I word!" I yelled at him. "You don't deserve to be here, you don't deserve her, don't deserve to talk to me and you sure as hell don't deserve to call me Em!"

As soon as is finished I turned to mum thinking she would explain, though I have no idea how.

Instead, she was striding towards me and then she slapped my face.

My mum slapped me, for honestly the first time ever.

I wouldn't let her be satisfied by seeing the tears in my eyes.

I lugged all my baggage in one go upstairs and heard her apologizing to the bastard I was forced to share DNA with.

I slammed my door, locked it and jumped onto my bed, letting the tears loose.

How could he do this? How could SHE do this? Haven't we been through enough shit because of him already?

My mind automatically switched to where I kept my blades in my room, and before I knew it, it had happened. I cut again.

I quickly bandaged my arms, instantly regretting what I'd done.

This was the first time I'd ever gone near my arm with the blade.

I chucked on a hoodie and track pants then started packing, wanting to leave this hell hole before I killed myself.

By midnight, I was packed. I had called up a truck company earlier that day and they were coming at six in the morning tomorrow to pick everything up and drive it to London.

I had texted Lou the details knowing that if I'd called him I'd start crying and tell him about mum and what happened with our father.

She'd done this before, a few months ago. All he'd done is take money from her and then leave again, her in a mess and me having to pick up the pieces.

I went to sleep so that I could wake up early the next morning.

I quickly got changed into comfortable jeans and another hoodie then started lugging my stuff downstairs.

I took everything except for the bed as I'd designed my own room, the drawers the cupboard, I'd painted them all.

The truck guys came upstairs and took my things down as I called a taxi.

When everything was finished and they had left, I looked around for all the university stuff, shoved them in my bag and left the house without a backwards glance.

It was a long walk to the train station but I didn't mind. I was comfortable in my jeans but I was walking along, thinking about things and crying.

I finally got to the station and hour later an the bus would leave at ten for the two hour train ride.

I made it with perfect timing, now just to get onto the train.

No body knew I was getting back today, the boys just thought my things were coming and I'd come at the end of the week but I couldn't take it.

Staying in Doncaster for a whole week with my father who I didn't talk to and a mother who was an idiot... There was no point.

I spent the train ride listening to music, crying to the lyrics of 'I should've kissed you' by the boys.

I knew that I should tell Harry about my feelings.

Cause you were right there and I should've taken the chance