Vengeance

0.1- welcome to the fallout

Finally was able to open up the word document on my computer of what ive written. Im still kinda mad about wattpaf F****** up my stuff but its all okay. here it is.. again....

"Welcome to the fallout.."

I watched as another one of my father's women walked out of the front door. It slammed in his face. It led him to sink to the floor, crying. He had done it again. He had caused another one of the women he was looking for leave. He blames it on me every time. He says 'If I didn't have to have you around, I would have her!'. Which would lead him to stomp off.

My father looked at me from the ground with tears streaming down his face. He sniffled once before wiping off the evidence of his emotions. The only time he showed them was when he did not get his way. Which was rare. I remember as a young child that he cried all the time. My father walked toward me with glaring eyes. He pointed at me and ran a hand through his thin, balding head. His nostrils flared, his left eye twitched as he grabbed the collar of my shirt.

"You just had to do it again didn't you? Had to make Suzanna leave me?" He asked me.

This was a rhetorical question. This was usual, him blaming me. It was never my fault. I didn't make the women scream at him, curse at him, and make them walk out. I was always just around when it happened. This time, dad happened to say something along the lines of 'Why Suzanna, have you put on weight? You're looking a tad bit chubby.'

I would have walked out if I were a woman too. It made me angry though that he went through so many women. I wish he would just stop looking for her. Not one person left on this big green earth could bring her back. It was time that he realized it. I know I haven't because I had never met her.

"You know what Suzanna meant to me Harry!" my father yelled at me.

Something in my brain clicked. I had taken enough of his dominance. I didn't care if he was my father or not. He was done commanding me when he was rude to me all of the time. I gripped his hands and flung them away from my shirt.

"I didn't make Suzanna leave!" I snapped, walking out of the front room.

I heard footsteps coming behind me as I started off for the stairs.

"Harold Edward Styles! Don't you dare walk away from me!" He screamed.

I rolled my eyes and moved my hair out of my face. I walked down the long hallway and stopped when I saw the only picture of her in the whole house. I brought my index finger to the picture. I traced her nose and tilted my head. She was so beautiful. I dropped my head and I clenched my fists.

I turned on my heel feeling angered even more as I thought about her. I walked into my room and slammed the door behind me. Why did I have to have an ass for a father? I slipped my shirt off of my body and I found a new one in the clothes scattered all along the floor. I sniffed the shirt In my hands. It didn't smell so it was good.

I put it over my head and I looked in the mirror at my hair. I think it was time for a haircut. I flipped my hair out of my face and I grabbed my black head band. I slipped it onto my head. I didn't care what I did with my hair, it just needed to be out of my face. I walked out of my room, stepping on things as I walked out. I slammed the door behind me.

I walked down the stairs. Before my feet even touched the bottom of the second level , I was slammed into the wall. My feet were up in the air, my head clashing with the wall. I winced. I blinked the blurriness out of my eyes as I looked at my father.

"Im tired of your shit Harold. I run this house! If you as so much breathe my fucking air again in this house you will get your ass kicked out!" He snapped in my face.

I smirked as I looked at him and I sucked in a big breath and then exhaled into his face.

"See ya pops. I didn't want to stay here anyway. Im tired of your shit!" I snapped and shoved him away from me once again. "Ill be back in the morning to collect my things." I said continuing my way out of the house.

I opened the front door and slammed it. I walked down the cracked side walk. I turned and looked at the small home. A part of me didn't want to leave because she had once lived here. She had built it from the ground up for me. My father had just ruined it my whole life.

I clamped my teeth together and walked to my bike. I dug around in my pockets to find my keys. Once I found them I kick started my baby and put my helmet on over my head. I revved my bike a few times before driving out of my driveway.

As I was riding down the road I couldn't help but think about what exactly I was doing. I was leaving my father's home. What was I supposed to do after that? I guess I could follow the lead that I got. A few days ago I got a call from Marco, my PI, and he had given me a lead that was across the country. Not here in North Carolina, but in Oregon.

That was a few days away drive. For my mother though, it was worth it. I needed to know what happened to her. I had never met her but I loved her. I had never seen her but I know exactly what she sounded like.

I don't know if I was ready to leave my life behind here to find out. I promised her and myself though, that I would avenge my mother's death. I would find out what happened to her. I had no choice but to leave here and go there. It was what I had to do.