Psychotica

Chapter 10

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️

Aaliyah's POV

I have currently dropped my phone and I'm staring at the man that hurt me. Not to forget he took my money. "What, see a ghost?" He asks as I contemplate with myself if this is actually true.

Two thoughts run my mind as I think of what I should do next. Either make a run for it, or die.

I make up my mind to run but realize that he knows this house through and out. Shit! What am I going to do? My dumb ass already dropped my phone. I could've called the police with that! Now I'm left with only one option. I'm a fast runner but so is he. If he catches me, it's over. I'm over.

Without thinking, I quickly turn around and sprint for the back door. Suddenly, arms wrap around my stomach yanking me back. I grunt as I hit the floor with a loud thud. "Uh, uh, uh, you're not getting away from me this time. Unless, your little super hero is hiding somewhere in here to jump out on me like last time," he laughs. "Please-,"

"I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk," he smiles. He helps me up on my feet and I pull my arm away from him. The last time he held my arm, a long cut was carved into my skin.

He chuckles as he walks up the stairs. He looks back down at me and rolls his eyes. "Are you coming?" "Give me a reason why I should go upstairs with you?" I ask dumbfounded.

He acts as though he had done nothing wrong. "Because, I need answers." "You can get answers down here," I retort.

"Really? Where the knifes are? What if I don't like your answers? I can quickly c-," "You can just quickly leave," I retort. "You sure have grown some woman balls since the last time I've seen you. Much attitude for the man that can kill you in less than three seconds, huh?" I keep quite and walk towards the living room. I sit on the couch and he reciprocates. "What do you want from me?" I ask, frustrated.

I'm surprised I'm pretty calm during this situation. "Again, as I said before, I want answers," he rolls his eyes. "Ok, what's your questions?"

Harry's POV

I sit here in bed staring at my phone. I don't know how long I've been staring for, but considering the sun is starting to rise, I can probably say its been a couple of hours. This morning I got a text message from my father saying he needed to speak with me.

He also said it was urgent but I can't find myself ringing back his number. I haven't spoken to him since I left London. I left home when I was 17 and lived with Louis and sometimes Liam, ever since. I never really liked Liam. He just visited Louis until they had a huge argument.

Because of our problems, we both decided to move and go to college in Georgia where we found Niall and Zayn. I finally pick up my phone off of the bed and dial back the number. If he said it's urgent, it has got to be about family. What else would he be calling and texting me for? It rings a couple of times before I hear his raspy voice. He sounds of beer and cigarettes. "Hello?" He says. My heart pounds in my chest as I think of the last time I have spoken to him. I consider hanging up but discard it. "You said it's urgent?"

"Oh, my son. It's been a while since I've heard your voice, boy. A 'hello' would have been nice."

"Yea, you only call me when there's an emergency going on, huh?" I say as I ignore his other comment about my greeting. "Watch that tone with me boy, or I'll-" "Or you'll what? Put me over your knee? Shoot me? I don't know if you have forgotten my age-, shit, I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot my birthday."

"I said watch it! I am still your Dad!" He coughs and screams, probably taking another puff of his cigarette. "No! You see that's where you're wrong. You're not my Dad, you're just a father. You made me and that's it."