Revenge (Punk Niall Horan)

Chapter 40

THIS IS ME SUBTLY MAKING UP FOR A LACK OF UPDATES

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Niall’s point of view

I woke up with a jolt as the back of my door slammed against the wall.

My dad stood frozen in the doorway for a moment taking in what he saw before him. Bailey was now up and still had her hand resting on my chest, but she was looking at him with wide, terrified eyes. I just narrowed mine at him, challenging him to say something.

On the inside, it was another story. I kicked myself knowing that I should have never let her fall asleep here. Never in my room. On my bed. With me.

But she had looked so small. I just didn’t want to see her cry anymore. Her face got red right around her nose and her bottom lip jutted out. And she just looked so little sitting on my bed asking me whether or not my parents ever fought. 

I wish they did. That would mean that they were both here.

But right now it was only my father that stood in the doorway, and the look of shock was quickly turning into rage.

“What the fuck is going on here?!” 

I pushed myself up from the bed and put myself between him and Bailey. I just want to get her out of here before things turn bad.

“Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?!” He took a step closer. “I leave for one night God damn it! One fucking night, and you go and bring some whore here!” 

My fist clench. “Don’t say shit about her! And one night? Seriously, one night? You’re gone all the fucking time! You’re never here! You never have been!”

I felt a light hand on my lower back and I could tell that Bailey was now sitting directly behind me. I knew the hand was suppose to comfort me, but quite frankly the lowness of it made me shuffle a little and swallow hard. I quickly regained my composure though. I could lightly feel her head peaking out from the side of my hip to see my dad. 

“Don’t even get started with me! There are rules in this house just like any other house on the planet. Whether or not you believe that I’m here, I don’t give a fuck. You follow my rules or you’re out on the street. I’m sick and tired of your shit attitude lately! I am nothing but nice to you, and look what I get in return! Find my son  with some fuck buddy, am I right?!” 

I tightened my fist until you could see the whites of my knuckles. I open my mouth to say something back but he cuts me off.

“How many times have you pulled a stunt like this, huh Niall?” His eyes narrow as he slowly walks closer to me. I feel Bailey’s hand tighten a bit on the bottom of my t-shirt. “How many girls have you brought home? What number is she, Niall? I’m sorry hun, but I wouldn’t want you to feel special. I’m sure this is just part of his game. It’s a shame though since you’re such a pretty whor-”

I slammed my forearm into his collar bone, grabbing his shirt into my grasp while backing him roughly into the wall. Bailey let out a soft sound, but didn’t attempt to stop me. She was just about done listening to him talk as I was.

I gripped his shirt tightly and almost spit in his face, “You’re disgusting.”

He looked a bit taken back, but he quickly put a smart smirk on his face and chuckled at me.

“At least I don’t bring random girls home,” he mocked.

“She’s not random!” I slammed him against the wall again.