One Direction...All Dads? Series

Chapter 2.

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                                                                 Niall's POV:

I stared at her, as she nervously picked her long hair in my car.

"You okay?" I asked her for the thousandth time.

She nodded shakily, then took a deep breath.

"Do you want me to walk you in? It's raining." Well DUH its raining. Think of something better to say, Niall.

She smiled. "It's okay. I have to get home anyways. Bye, Niall. I had a lot of fun tonight."

I grinned back. "Bye Juli."

She unlocked the door, opened the car door, but i had an urge.

I jumped out of the car, and caught up to her, on her porch, in front of her house.

"Juliet, wait."

She turned back, a little startled, and her long hair flipped dramatically.

"Yes?"

I leaned towards her, not kissing yet, but just looking in her eyes. It was a perfect snapshot moment. Pouring rain, the sweet smell of earth, the bushes rustling behind us, and the cool moon wind, blowing her hair back.

Then, i closed my eyes, and leaned indefinitely, kissing her.

Suddenly, the door crashed open, and we jumped from eachother, me attempting to hide, as she stood with a shocked expression.

"Juliet Jasper. Now you're really in for a good treat." A stern woman, about in her 30 or 40s said.

Juliet started bursting into tears, begging for her forgiveness.

"I'm sorry, ma. I really am! Forgive me."

Her mom shot me a glance sent straight from the devil, grabbed a chunk of Juliet's hair, and strutted inside, as Juliet was pulled behind.

Should i follow her inside? Yell at her for pulling at my girlfriend? But wait. She wasn't my girlfriend. But she will be. Soon. I mean, not to sound forcy or anything...

THINK!

I smoothed my hair quickly, wondering why i felt that i had to make an impression when Juliet could be half beaten by now.

I charged into the door, crashing in the house, and glad that Juliet's mom hadn't locked the door.

A fat old man sauntered over, rubbing his pot-belly. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing in here?"

"I need to know if Juliet is alright." I cried, rushing through.

The man stuck his foot out, causing me to turn twistly, and stumble on the floor, his chunky shoe rammed in my ribs.

"Ow." I yipped, rubbing the area his shoe had jutted in.

"Get out." He said, pointing at the door.

"But-"

"GET OUT! AND IF I SEE YOU WITH MY DAUGHTER AGAIN YOU WILL BE SORRY. EXTREMELY SORRY." He said.

Then shockingly, he slapped one across my face.

A delayed reaction, i kicked him in the gut. He turned bright red, steam puffing out of his nose.

"Stop! Mom! PLEASE!" I heard painful cries in the backround, the sound of punches and slaps.

"JULIET!" I yelled, trying to get past the fat elf, who was stuttering around, but managed to punch my eye.

I clutched my throbbing eye, which probably was starting to spurt black and blue veins by now.

"Niall." A weak voice cried.

Then, the woman came out of the room, her hands and forehead sweaty, her hair piled in a messy bun.

"Do you just beat her?" I asked, a twinge of demand in my voice. But i backed away a bit, because i was scared.

She didn't answer. "This is none of your business. If i see you together again, or see you again, Juliet will be life gone."

Dead? How effing strict were these parents?

"Look. You threatened me, you beat up my...Juliet. I am going to report this all. The ever that you will her and me will be behind bars. Get it?"

The fat man chortled. "If we are gone. Where will Juliet go? We have no relatives. They're all dead."

I flushed. He was right. I wasn't going to risk putting Juliet in an orphanage or something.

"She can stay with us." I blurted out, completely not thinking. How were my parents going to take of her? My dad worked day and night in the butcher shop, and ma was working day and night.

"Really? We made arrangements and plans already for Juliet if something like that was going to happen. We have friends, friends far away in America, that act as our family in these sorts of cases. They are our backups. If we go behind bars, we send her to them claimed them as "family." But they will treat her the same way we treat her." The mother said.

"But we do love Juliet. We try our best for her. Isn't this the best? Keeping her away from dangerous boys, possible babies, and toxic in the outside world. We just want her to be safe." The dad grinned.

They beat her, but love her? Where the hell am i?

I slammed the door close, and ran outside, trying to clear my head. There is no way that i am going back in there. I know Juliet is in there, and maybe i should. But i can't.

Oh wait a minute...I have a plan...

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