I Can Love You More Than This (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 17

KATE'S POV

I take a deep breath. This is it. I was standing at the front lawn of my house, afraid to come in. From the outside, I could already feel the depressing aura of the place I called home. I just stood there, fighting the urge to cry. I had to be strong for my parents or at least I could show them that I was even though my heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. I was walking up the front porch steps when I saw that the door was slightly ajar. I took a few more steps towards closer to the door. Then I heard it. I stopped, dead in my tracks. It was the sound that used to make Kris cry herself to sleep every night while all I could do helplessly watch her. It was the sound of my parents yelling at each other.

Without any hesitation, I barged in the house and went to where the sound was coming from. When I saw them, they both looked furious. They glared and continued shouting profanities to each other. They were too focused on fighting that they didn't even notice that I had already arrived. Seeing them like this again made something inside of me snap.

"Stop it!" I yelled at both of them, making them stop and turn to look at me with wide eyes. "I can't believe you two! Kris is gone yet you still find time to fight. I thought that you've already move past all this drama." I scoffed. They both looked ashamed and speechless. Well, they should be. "You know what? You two never deserved someone like Kris. You are the two most selfish people I have ever known in my life! You never cared and you never will. You two left me and Kris alone, suffering while all you did was argue. I should've left a long time ago with Kris." The words came out fast but it was clear enough for them to understand. I was shaking with anger. They both took a step closer to me, trying to explain. I backed away from them and ran to my room.

I locked the door and sank to the floor. I was hugging my shoulders and sobbing. All the tears that I was fighting back were already pouring down my face. I tried to be strong but I just couldn't take it anymore. How could my parents act like that? Kris wasn't just a random kid. She was their daughter. How can they act like she meant nothing? I felt like I was the only one in this household who ever cared for Kris.

I heard a knock on my door. "Honey, it's not what you think." My mom said. "Please. Let us explain." I put a hand over my mouth, trying to muffle mu sobs. My mom continued knocking and begging for me to open the door but I just ignored her. I just don't have enough strength to face her or my dad yet. They can't see me breaking down in front of them. I needed to cover up the internal nightmare I was facing inside of me.

I crawled to my bed and sobbed even harder. I felt so lonely. There wasn't anyone here to comfort me. There's no one I could lean on. I was completely alone. The pain was too overwhelming, I was tempted to call Harry. He was the one I talked to whenever I had problems. I wanted him to be here so badly. I was aching for his and Kris' presence. Why did all these bad things had to happen to me?

I closed my eyes and forced myself to fall asleep. At least, even for a couple hours I'd be away from this horrible reality that I was facing. My mind was racing with thoughts of Kris and the boys, which made me feel even worse. After a few more minutes, my thoughts became hazy and my eyelids started to feel heavier. The last thing I remember before losing conciousness was thinking if I'd regret leaving the boys and if forgetting them was the right choice.