Giving Harper Hope

Chapter Nine- Liam & Harper

Since there's no more characters to introduce, I'm gonna start adding songs for the chapter. This song is Unsteady by the X Ambassadors. Of course, you don't have to listen to them if it distracts you, but, if you would like to listen to the song while you read, there you go! Anyways, I'll get on with this chapter.
*************************************
Liam didn't know what to think. Harper never told him her plan, so he was in the dark. She might leave, or she might stay. He felt selfish for wanting her to stay. Of course, if she left, she could find better therapy. Better company. And yet, he didn't feel that way. He didn't feel happy for her. He was just being selfish, just as his father always said to him. It seems like he was right. Liam was selfish. Maybe he didn't even deserve Harper. He would just taint her, not make her any better. He would never be the one that gave Harper hope, he would be the one that hurt her more than healed her. Liam didn't have the right to make her decisions for her.
And yet, she did come here to talk to me about it.
A loud banging on the front door started, and he jumped out of his seat and walked over to it. Opening the door, he saw the face that he would never think he'd see again. Anger filled his chest. "Alan." He regarded his father coldly.
His father, Alan James Grayson, was just as terrible looking as before. With a scruffy and untamed beard and face, his father was abusive, a drunk, and, most of all, unfaithful. There was countless times Alan had cheated on his wife. So many times that Liam had stopped counting. "Liam. My son. Long time no talk." Alan smiled, revealing his yellow teeth. "Let's keep it that way." Liam growled, ready to slam the door. "I've been looking for you all over, you know. Your mother has been worrying so much about you all these years, son." He tried to get past Liam and into the house, but was blocked. "I am not your son, I disowned you as my father two years ago. Now, leave before I call the police." He ground his teeth, resisting the urge to punch the man. "Liam..." Sadness flickered in his eyes. "I've changed, Alan. I'm not a pushover anymore. Crawl back to whatever hole you came from." Liam gripped the door. Alan stood a few inches shorter than him, and looked underfed, but still acted as if he were the alpha between the two. "You're just like your mother, Liam. You're weak." Alan planted his feet to the spot, as if expecting a fight. "If you just came here to insult and try to fight me, you can go." Liam glared at him a few seconds more before slamming the door, latching on all of the locks.
Alan's yells and insults could still be heard from inside the house. Liam just pulled out his phone and dialled 911. "911, what's your emergency?"
"A man is banging at my door, and he won't leave."
"Do you know this man, sir?"
"Yes, he's my father. I disowned him, and now he won't leave me alone. He's yelling and banging at my door."
"I'm sending the police to your location, please stay on the phone until they arrive."

**********

The police took Alan away after a brief questioning of Liam. He told them everything they needed to know, and they left with Alan in cuffs. This made him wonder about his mother. How could Alan know her whereabouts if she left him? Unless he was lying, and just trying to reel him in somehow, which was probably the case. Liam plopped back onto the couch, and stared at the blank screen that was the TV. A photo of the 5-year-old Liam and his mother, the only picture that he could salvage from the house. The rest of the family photos was either ruined or scribbled on.
Liam let himself relax for a minute before getting up again to make himself  something to eat.

–HARPER'S POV–
Harper sat in front of her father, who was waiting for her answer. "How about... you take me away on your trips during the summer, but during the other seasons, I'm here. So you can have your chance to be a father, and I can still be here. With Mom." She suggested, and, as soon as Harper said it, She was enveloped in a warm hug. It took her a second to realise how long it'd been since she'd been hugged. She hugged him back, but no emotions exploded in her chest. They had all been chased away, and were all on a different ship, one with no holes, one that wasn't sinking. Her ship was halfway to the bottom of the ocean, a great hole in its hull.
Where all of her emotions used to occupy. The hole grew larger with every rock that hit it, other holes in the ship grew gradually, and the sails on the once-great ship tore to ribbons, as the ship slowly spiralled into the darkness that was her, the emotionless husk. In one of the failed therapy sessions that she had, the therapist had said that using metaphors and poetry helped describe her illness. How she felt on the inside, past the outside, where she looked perfectly fine. She'd been told her poetry was progress to mental health, but it was just another step towards the darkness. Another step towards a hopeless, unforgiving, emotionless world. Where being broken was the main subject in every conversation, every television show, every book.
She was a step away from that point, and yet, she had already felt that way her whole life.

*************************************
(Two chapters in a week! I'm proud of myself! Buh bye, and see you guys in the next chapter!)