Dark and Dangerous

Daddy Issues

*DEMI'S POV*

"Demi I-", my father started

"I said to get the fuck out.", I shouted a bit louder. "I don't want you around me or Harry, just get the fuck away from me."

"Demi, listen to your father.", my mum spoke up.

I scoffed, turning to face her. I frowned, turning my attention to a man who almost killed me when I was sixteen. his drunk ass is partially responsible for the way I act. my suicidal thoughts and actions as well as drinking problems are his fucking fault.

"I don't want to fucking listen to you, you stupid fuck!", I shouted.

"Demetria, you listen to your father right now!", mum shouted once more.

"No, mum. I will not listen to this abusive drunk fuck!"

The room was silent. I sighed and quickly ran into my room, Harry followed. I laid on my bed and stared at the wall. I just recently started to get over my depression since Michael died, then this shit happens.

"It's too much," I whispered, hugging my knees to my chest.

Warm tears spilled down my cheeks. I can't think of a single good thing my dad has ever done. there's just nothing but bad. he's a terrible person, and I want him to get the fuck away from me.

"Your father abused you?" a voice called.

I buried my face in my pillow. I remember the first time he came home late. he almost killed my mum. when I tried to help her he stabbed me with a broken liquor bottle.

I cried into the pillow and felt Harry's lips connect with my shoulder. he kissed my neck, instantaneously calming me. I shuddered, closing my eyes and removed my face from the pillow. I stared into Harry's emerald eyes and sat up.

"Are you going to talk to him?" Harry asked.

I shook my head, laying down once more. I refuse to talk to that man, screw him. My mother entered the room seconds later, sitting next to me, she put her hand on my shoulder and smiled. Oh boy, this is when she convinces me to talk to my father with her God damn smile and puppy dog face. 

"I'm not talking to him," I stated, "I wouldn't even talk to him if he moved the moon and stars. I'm never talking to him."

"You don't have to talk, you just have to listen," mum stated. "He's changed a lot since the divorce."

"So he's an even worse drunk than when you were with him?" I scoffed.

Mum glared and slapped the back of my head. Where the hell did Harry go? How come every time I need him to tell someone to bugger off he leaves? I rolled my eyes and stood up. Walking into the kitchen, I made eye contact with my father. He does look a lot more clean-shaven. His hair is graying slightly and his face is more wrinkled than I remember.

I turned away and grabbed the beer that I came out of my room to get. I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room where my mum's new man-candy and Harry were having in-depth conversation. I glared when both my mother and father entered the room. Mum cleared her throat, earning herself the attention of everyone, including Harry's.

"Hello, love," the man smiled.

Mum smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. Harry approached me. I punched him in the arm, causing him to groan in pain. He gave me the "what the hell was that for" look.

"You left me alone," I pouted, "with my mother."

Harry simply shrugged,which irritated me. I know someone who isn't getting laid any time soon... An awkward silence filled the room. I think that's my cue to leave and drink my beer. It's probably warm, but right now I just want to forget that I saw my dad. Unfortunately, my father walked up to Harry and introduced himself.

"Fuck off," I grumbled when he turned to me.

My father frowned and carried on in conversating with Harry. I rolled my eyes, taking my warm beer and disappearing into the kitchen. I opened the glass bottle and took a sip. It's not as warm as I expected, but it's not cold either. I'm so upset that I can't even figure out if I should cry, act like nothing is wrong, or just punch someone. 

I was having a great day. I mean, it's not every day that you find out you're having twins with the most wonderful person in the world. Then I came home and saw my father. Mum said he's changed, but I'm not convinced. I have never hated a person as much as I hate that man talking to my beloved boyfriend.

He does look different, I'll give mum that much, but that doesn't mean he has changed. I dropped my empty bottle when my father and Harry boisterously entered the kitchen. I glared at them and hopped off of the counter to clean up my mess. 

"Demi, you're not supposed to be drinking," Harry spoke with a worried expression.

I quickly realized that he was right and slid onto the floor, putting my face in my hands. I began to cry. I felt someone grab my hands. I opened my eyes and saw my father. I flinched away and cried harder. 

"Get away from me," I shouted.

Harry ran over to me and helped me up. He wrapped his arms around me and calmed me down. I looked at my father, he looked absolutely devastated. I frowned and apologized, which caught him off guard. Harry and my father helped me clean the broken beer bottle up.

"Demi," my father spoke,"I'm sorry that I was such a horrible father to you and Diana. I hope that you will be able to forgive me some day."

He left Harry and I in the kitchen. Maybe I will forgive him eventually. I'm not sure when, but I will forgive him.