diversity // h.s

Chapter Two

H a r r y

"What the fuck do you mean you need more money?" My voice had taken on a trip of its own and it was loud and clear, echoing through the whole house.

"Calm down, son." Des smirked at me, and then his teeth that was stained yellow from all the cigarettes showed.

I couldn't call him Dad anymore. He was an abusive monster. He was only living with me for Mum and my sister's sake.

"I gave you $200 last week!" I yelled at him, my eyes doing the killing.

"Yeah, well a man has needs." He retorted back calmly, as if spending over $200 on strip clubs and gambling was appropriate for the family.

"You told me it was for groceries." I felt my fists scrunch up as I told myself silently not to lose it.

"We have enough to eat," Des leaned back against the fridge and tapped on the fridge door. "It's all in here, you little-"

He stopped himself midway through his sentence as I tugged the fridge door open, revealing nothing inside except for a bottle of ketchup.

"Who eats that fast anyways," Des muttered to himself and walked over to the sofa, sitting down.

"We haven't had proper food in the fridge for over 3 weeks now, Des." I tried to remain calm but I failed miserably.

"Shut up, who do you think you are trying to take care of this family?" His hand suddenly flew up to my shirt collar and he held me up with one hand, almost choking me.

"Well I'm doing a better job than you since all you do is waste money." I fought back harshly, tugging at his arm.

"Lemme tell you a little somethin' son," He sniggered and shoved me against the wall, still holding my collar up.

"You're nothin' but a waste of space, I tell ya. Nothin'." Des pulled his fist back and slammed it full force onto my jaw, causing my head to jerk back in pain.

That's definitely gonna leave a bruise. It's not the first time.

The door flew open and a flushed looking Tia was revealed.

I immediately shoved Des off me and he stumbled backwards with an 'oof', but soon standing his ground again.

"I'm gonna smash ya," He came towards me again and I could sense Tia behind me, flinching.

"Not now, alright?" I defended myself and Tia whilst holding her on one arm. She had dirty hands from just coming in from playing in the garden outside. And her dirty hands were over her eyes, while she shook uncontrollably.

"You can take me on after school or whatever, just not in front of Tia."

Des glanced at Tia and smirked.

"It's growing up to be such a beauty, innit?"

He came forward and I backed away, "Don't come any closer to her." I emphasised the word, so Des would remember Tia's a person.

"Soon it's gonna grow breasts and-" Des began and squeezed at the air, indicating that he wanted a squeeze of Tia 's lady features.

"Shut the fuck up, you're asking for a death wish." I growled and moved Tia to another room, her own pink bedroom and onto her bed. Leaving my excuse of a father alone.

"Harry?" Tia 's small voice called out.

Her dainty little fingernails dig into my palms and she held on tight, not letting go.

"Yes baby?" I replied, kissing her finger tips one by one gently.

"Why is he like that?"

She always called Des 'he', because she knew that he wasn't suitable to be a dad and also he didn't deserve a name.