Look Into My Eyes (A 1D Fan Fic)

Chapter 19- My Happy Ending...Right?

*Katherine's POV*

I took a deep breath and opened the door. It was virtually impossible for me to fake smile, so I hoped to get by my parents unnoticed.

But the world hated me lately.

As soon as I walked in, I was greeted by a slap.

'We ran out of booze,' my dad said.

'I just bought Saturday!' I exclaimed.

'Well you ungrateful bitch, we ran out!' my mom yelled.

I didn't even know how they could have finished all that alcohol so quickly. But that would explain why they seemed more rowdy than usual.

'Go buy more,' my dad slurred.

'No.'

I was surprised. Did I just refuse him? I guess I did, because I saw him taking off his belt.

'You know what? You are going to fucking put that belt away because I'm sick of your shit,' I snarled.

My parents actually looked shocked. I never spoke out against them like that before. I know better. Or used to know better.

My dad took a few steps, with the belt in hand.

'You have no right speaking to your father like that,' he said, anger glinting in his eyes.

'And you have no right to treat me how you do! My life is a living hell! Until I met Lisa, I only had one friend! And that one friend just died!' I yelled.

Before he could interrupt, I continued, 'I spent my whole childhood in fear of you. Even though your sister signed me up for karate, I never defended myself against your attacks. I was too fucking scared. And you and mom are always high or drunk. And you know what's fucking funny? I have to supply the booze for you to get drunk. My own hard earned money, spent on your alcohol. And guess how you're living here. Because I pay the rent! What type of family is this? A fucked up one. It's like I'm the parent and you are my rebellious teens. Well I'm fucking tired of it!' I yelled, not knowing where this burst of defiance came from. I guess all this stress was building up my anger level, and my parents were the last straw.

My dad stared at me like I slapped him. Then he flung his arm back, and swung forward aiming for my face with his belt buckle. For the first time ever, I tried to defend myself. I ducked from the swing, and it ended up hitting my mom.

'You made him hit me!' she screeched, lunging for my hair.

But several years of karate prepared me for this.

I pushed my mom away from me, and she crashed into some glass cups, shattering them, and she fell in the puddle of glass. She let out an animal shriek and lunged for me. At the same time, my dad swung again. I grabbed my mom, and threw her towards my dad, her body intercepting his belt again.

My dad didn't even care. He just pushed her to the side, and she stumbled into the kitchen. My dad swung AGAIN. This time, I caught the belt, pulled it to me, and punched my dad straight in the face with all the power I had, effectively knocking him out.

I stared at him for a few minutes to ensure he was down, and he was. As I turned around to get my bag to call the police to finally report this abuse, I heard gunshots.

A searing pain spread throughout my chest and stomach area. Looking down, I saw my purple sweater quickly becoming more red than purple. I looked up as I fell to my knees, then the floor, and saw my mom pointing a gun at me.

Who's going to save me now, I thought as blackness took over, saving me from the horrible pain.

*Harry's POV*