Chapter 11: Knock Knock

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                    It was Saturday, and Niall would be home today

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                    It was Saturday, and Niall would be home today. Alana was beyond ecstatic. She missed him. As she was walking around the house, making sure it was spotless and there was nothing left untouched, she heard a knock on the front door. Confused, but figuring Niall was just trying to be cute, ran to the front door and swung it open with a huge smile spread across her face *"Hey n-"* Alana froze in her tracks, her heart stopped and her smile fell. It was not the man that she loved standing just inches away from her, but someone whos face made her stomach tighten, and memories of violence, abuse and horror flood her head. She stumbled backwards and the man reached out a hand to catch her, Alana ripped her hand out of his grip and whispered *"What are you doing here?"* tears flooded her cheeks and the man chuckled. "I had to make sure my daughter was alive, you going to let me in or are you going to make me stand in the rain?"* Alana walked backwards, and headed to the kitchen, sitting at the dinning room table, the man sat across from her. The silence between them allowed Alana to reflect on the things that she ran away from. The face in front of her, reminded her of the prayers to die, and the fear she felt hopping onto a plane just a month before. She should have known he would find her, she was so stupid to put Niall in danger like this.

                 Finally after what seemed like an eternity, the man spoke up 'I've missed you Lanabug, i am glad you're okay' he stated blankly. Alana looked up at him in disgust *"I'm sure you are"* she huffed out. He chuckled 'Come on Alana, you cant be mad at your old man forever- i'm sorr-" but before he could finish, Alana cut him off *"Don't you dare. You're not sorry, you tried to kill me, you. My own "dad". How could you be sorry, you selfish bastar-"* she screamed until she was interrupted by Niall. "What's going on here?" Niall asked, walking into the room. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" Niall's eyes were the same dark grey they were when Alana watched him beat up James at his party, and she began to cry harder, scared of what was about to happen. "Her father, and you are?" the old man stood, extending his hand out "Her boyfriend" Niall huffed, and ignored the mans outstretched had "And i do believe it's time for you to leave". Niall looked from Alana to the man and balled his fists "Now".

                 As the man laughed, he grabbed his coat off the chair and headed out the door, taking one last look at Alana over his shoulder, "You're officially dead to me. Take care of her blondie" He huffed and with that he was gone. Alana fell to the floor, barley being caught by Niall. Niall curled her up in his lap and held her as she screamed and sobbed into his shirt. Niall cradled Alana and wondered what the hell he had just walked into, what did Alana mean he tried to have her killed? He let her calm down, cradling her in his arms for awhile. Finally she looked up at him and with tears streaming down her face stated blankly "I need to tell you who i really am"....


                                                                                     Alana's Dad

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                                                                                     Alana's Dad

                                                                             Niall Holding Alana

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                                                                             Niall Holding Alana

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