Southern Styles

Chapter 9

Screams.

I woke up to screams. I jolted up out of bed quickly and looked around, a little confused about where I was at. I was in the same white bedroom with wood floor and ugly blue floral wallpaper. The same tiny bed next to my prehistoric desk full of unpacked boxes. The same bedroom that I have started to hate but love.

I jumped up and looked in my mirror, my hair is in a nest above my head, with loose strands everywhere. My make up slightly smudged under my eyes, making me look even more tired than I really am. I was wearing grey shorts and an old, baggy Chicago t-shirt. I looked at the clock and it was only 8:30, why am I awake? Oh yeah, the obnoxious screaming.

As I made my way downstairs, the screaming got louder, and there was a terribly loud beeping noise.

"What is going on?!" I yelled as I turned the corner into the packed kitchen. Brent was attempting to cook bacon, which was on fire because the fire alarm was going off, Harry was tickling and wrestling Charlotte which was why there was so much screaming. And the boys were sitting around the kitchen table, yelling at each other about some card game they were playing. Harry quickly looked over at me, practically dropping Charlotte, and making his way to me.

"Morning babe," He said as he hugged me and looked around awkwardly. Everyone was staring at us now.

"Wait, are you guys dating?" Jason, the 11 year old love doctor, asked.

"Actually, about that," Harry said while looking down. Oh god, this has to be bad. My heart started racing 100 miles an hour. "Would you like to go for a picnic with me?"

"What?" I asked still in complete shock.

"Will you, Lilah, go on a picnic with me, Harry?" He asked with bright eyes and grabbing my hands.

"Yes," I said instantly fast. My heart felt like it was beating so loud that it was causing earth quakes in Japan.

Something about this boy just makes me so nervous and excited.

"Sounds good, be read at 11." He pulled me into a tight hug, pressing my chest against his. "You don't have to be so nervous honey, it's just me." He whispered, warmly into my ear.

"Will you two stop," Brent said, while throwing his burnt bacon away. "Lilah, do you know how to make breakfast?"

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4 pounds of bacon, 3 dozen eggs, and 30 pancakes later, I realized Shirley and Mark where gone. "Brent, where are your parents?"

"They're out of town for the weekend!" He exclaimed crushing me in a sweaty hug. I honestly don't even know why he is hugging me but I just accepted it.

"Okay, well I'm going to go explore the house a little bit," I said, trying to get him off of me. Maybe I should really explore the house, just a little bit.

I walked around until I found the basement. I ran down as quietly and as fastly as I could, in case Brent would get mad. I have actually never seen Brent's room, maybe it's down here. I walked around the room we were in last night, it's nothing special. Just a big, black, leather couch in front of a huge tv from the 90's. In the corner was a small bar that looked like it hasn't been used for years. With a little bit of work, this place could turn into an extreme party place.

I smiled at the thought when old memories started flashing back. I started to remember all the times I've snuck out, all the times I've gotten drunk, all resulting in me living in this shitty place.

I walked towards the bar, which led me to a hall way. It had two doors on each side. I decided to be rebellious and find out where all these doors led to.

The first one on the left was a bathroom, just a typical, plain bathroom. Across from that was the storage room, pretty much filled to the ceiling with boxes of pictures and old things. Next to that, was a bedroom. I'm guessing it was Brent's. It was dark blue and had food all over. It was actually pretty clean for a guys bedroom. Then I went to the next room. I have absolutely no idea what else could be down here.

I slowly crept the door open and peeked through the crack. It was another bedroom. It was actually pretty close to identical to Brent's. I walked into the room this time and looked at a little table next to the bed. It has a picture of a women with brown, curly hair smiling widely with red lipstick. A boy with a wild, curly, Afro sat on her lap, appearing to be laughing. I could spot this boy anywhere. He was Harry.

Harry's P.O.V

I took a long shower thinking about her. She looked beautiful this morning when she woke up, imagine waking up to that every morning. I love her. She is the best thing that has other happened to me, besides Brent and his family, which she is his family so same thing.

I got out of the shower and dried my hair and put on a pair of sweat pants, hung low, just so I can run downstairs to change. I ran downstairs super quick, so I can go talk to Lilah. I bursted through my bedroom door, and there she was. It seems like everything went into slow motion when she looked up from the picture. I just stood there, motionless. I don't even know what to say to her, what to do. She was sitting on my bed cross-legged with the last picture taken of me and my mother, along with the last note she wrote me. After it felt like eternity, she finally spoke up.

"Harry, I..." She trailed off putting the stuff back on my night stand and walked towards me. "I'm sorry." She wrapped her small arms around my bare torso resting her head on my chest. I was still frozen though. I wanted to hug her back and tell her it was okay and that everything is okay now, but I just stood there, motionless.

"Okay," Is all I could say.

"Okay? Just okay?" She looked up at me in confusion, her eyebrows furrowed.

"I mean, you were going to find out sooner or later, I just wish I was the one to tell you, not her," I looked up at the ceiling as if she was watching us. "Mom was always quick to informing," I chuckled.

*FLASHBACK*

"You are such an asshole," Dad yelled across the room to mom, throwing a lamp. This was typical, every Friday night dad would come home drunk excepting everyone to be okay with it. Which we were at first, but he got abusive.

"What is this that I found?" Mom yelled back, holding up a bag with thongs and bras and a note saying 'for my one and only special lady, Sarah'. "Who the hell is Sarah?"

We all knew dad was cheating on mom, we just didn't know he'd be stupid enough to get caught.

"She is none of your nosey asses business!" He punched a hole in the wall heading towards mom. He always cornered her, but never actually hit her.

"You know I'm sick of you never coming home to us anymore, always drinking or smoking. You have kids Des, you have a job, you have a family to take care of, but you're never fucking here!" Mom yelled right in his face.

And there was the sight we never thought we'd see, dad slapped mom straight across the face. After that I closed my lightly cracked open door and hid in bed.

The next morning I woke up to a letter on my bed. She said heaven needed another angel.

And that's what heaven got, another angel.

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