Pain (Punk Niall)

Chapter 6

Holly's POV

Trisha Malik. One woman yet somehow she managed to ruin my family. Why did he leave my mother for her? Due to her warm smile and beautiful face, I guessed that would have been the reason. When my father left my mother when I was 12, my mother had started to grow older looking. Besides her age of only 35 the wrinkles were beginning to form beneath her eyes. Of course once he left she got Botox and the situation was solved- kind of. I always thought her face looked incredibly plastic after her Botox, it made her look stern and strict. She promised after a few weeks it would die down and begin to look natural.

It didn't.

Trisha was a true beauty. Swarthy skin, dark hair and sharp, youthful cheekbones. Besides her beauty I could tell she was the same age as my father. The complete opposite of my mother. I laughed at the idea of my mother dating a man her age, now that would be a joke.

As the door opened I looked up and met eyes the same shade of green as mine. My father.

He looked different. He was cleanly shaven and his slight beer belly was gone. His teeth were straight, which means he defiantly got some work done. He was wearing a suit which surprised me the most. He looked rich, respected. Just like a father.

He stood at the door, Trisha behind him. She smiled at me, her hands joining in delight. I stared at her a moment, making her feel uncomfortable. My father coughed being me back to reality.

"Holly," he spoke. He has a slight British twang.

I looked at him again. "Hello." I didn't recognise my own voice. It sounded strong as confident. The complete opposite to what I was feeling.

"Come in, it's cold." Trisha spoke, it was the first time I'd heard her speak. It was unexpected. It wasn't a sharp snarl. It was sweet and welcoming, exactly what I didn't want to hear.