Knocking on my Door

Chapter 9

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"I WANT MY CARROTS!!", Louis screams, jumping up on the table. Danny, the boys and I are all standing around the table trying to calm him.

"Would you know how to whistle?", I ask, the nearest person to me. "You know with your fingers. Really loudly," I add to Zayn.

"Yea," Zayn nods, "But it barley ever works with him." he tells me.

"Just whistle," I whisper, commandingly. He shruggs, putting his thumb and index finger in his mouth, making a loud noise. Everyone stops what they're doing for a second. I use that second to jump on the table and onto Louis' back. He lets out a squeal as he's falls to the ground, face forward. I have him pinned.

"Let me go!", Louis screams, but I keep him pinned to the floor. Very- to the floor. The boys, Danny and I, just watch and laugh until my phone rings.

"It's mom," Danny says, visibly worried. I hold out my hand and stare at the phone. Should I answer it? Last time mom called was when she had landed and that too by a public phone. I guess she finally got that international Sim-card.

"Butt scoot, someone?", I look around, no one comes around. "Anyone?", I look around once more, settling my eyes on Liam's eyes. He sighs and comes around, muttering something about getting injured. I give him a smile.

"If I get injured, it's on you," he tells me. I just smile and get out of the room and upstairs, to the peace of my room. I turn my attention to the still ringing phone, I put it to my ear.

"Angel!", I hear my mom's voice on the other end of the line. "What happened? Why did you take so long to pick up?!", I chuckle at her habit of getting too worried, to soon.

"The phone was just upstairs," I lie. She lets out a breath, she probably didn't know she was holding. "Mom!", I continue. "Guess wha-",

"Hold on, dear," she says, stopping me. Then, I hear her saying something to John. I get a little angry. Let's just say, I don't exactly 'love' John.

"Ang, can I call you back," she says, then without waiting for a reply, hangs up. My spirits... are officially... dead. I sigh, looking around the room and coming to a halt at the only picture I have of my family. My real family. Danny, mom and I. No John, no nothing. This the only photo I have of my family, where all our eyes aren't covered the bags and such.

You see, my dad had left my mother when she was pregnant with Danny. Unfortunatley, he took everything, leaving my mom just a child to feed, Danny in her stomach and the street. We've had a home to live in for ages now, maybe 10 years. Yet still, every strong gust of wind reminds me of the cool nights on the streets.

Before I know it, a salty tear falls down my face. Those times were hard. It took my mother 2 months to get herself back together. Still, she didn't get a job for a year. I was only 2, so I don't know how we survived, but we did. Then, I wasn't old enough to get we were going through, but now I do and I hate my dad for this. When I was 3, my mother got a job. Not a very good one, but it was a job. She worked at a launder mat. It didn't pay well, but in 3 months, we found ourselves in a house.

It wasn't exactly the best neighbourhood, not for a three year old child and a newborn baby. I remember looking out of the window at night and seeing all the drunk teenager, messing around. It was scary. Anyway, despite having a house, we were always on the edge of homelessness, again.

One year later, we were once again, on the streets. Somehow, my mother landed herself a job as a hairdresser. She wasn't a graduate, but she was good with hair. It payed quiet well and my mom certainly enjoyed herself more. Soon we we off the streets, but we didn't go to the same neighbourhood, we went to a better one. Not much better, but better.

When I was eight, I was maturing. Already more mature then most teenagers or tweens. From that experience, I learnt never to trust boys. Always to be protected. Just two years ago, Mom met John, who's rich and smart. He offered to send me to the UL without a scholarship, but I didn't want his money... I still miss the time mom payed any attention to me. But she's happy, right?

I take a deep breath and wipe the tears away. I head into the bathroom and wash my face.

Heading into the kitchen, I try to be as happy as I was but it's hard, so I just give up and go in solemn faced.

There I find, Liam struggling to keep Louis down. I sigh and grab Louis' arm.

"Get off," I command Liam. Liam happily does. I, keeping a firm hold on Louis, look around.

"Liam, Harry, Niall," I say, "Grab Louis' arm and legs." The hurriedly oblige. "Zayn, open the doors and help us on the stairs." The boys and I lift him up. He's quiet heavy. Ok, VERY heavy. We get up to the basement door, but have trouble on the stair, with him struggling and all.

"Can we just roll him down the stairs?", Niall whines on the third stair. Harry brightens up.

"NO!", Liam and I say, disagreeing strongly. He looks at me and smiles. I just look at Louis' feet. (since they're in my hands).

Somehow, we get to the basement, and drop Louis there. With that I sprint up and so do the boys. Up the stairs they pass me out and Louis chases us. When I'm out the door, I close the door and slide against it, panting.

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This is a short chapter, but I just wanted to give these notes... so I wrote.

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