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"you don't understand, harry!" is yelled into my ear but i completely let it go over my head. i didn't care for gemma's words, i didn't care hat i was hitting her husband so hard it was hurting me, i didn't even care that my niece and nephew were sat and the top of the stairs crying in each other's arms.
"i think i fucking do," i say through gritted teeth. i punch him again, watch as he spits blood on to the floor and he goes for me. a bad move on his part, because i was ready for it. blinded by anger, my reflexes were fast.
i tackle him to the floor, smashing his head against the carpet before i start swinging again. a black eye had already formed, probably the result of his broken nose. hearing the crack was music to my ears.
"harry, you're being irrational! listening to a six and four year old over two adults? i didn't think you were that naive!" gemma screams. it kills me how she's speaking of her own children like that, they deserve better than this.
"what, and me walking in on him stood over you as blood poured out of your nose was just a figment of my imagination? i know what i saw!"
gemma continues to try pull me off him, but i don't budge. all i see is red, my beautiful niece and nephew being terrified of their father. maybe after this, they'll be terrified of me.
"take your kids to their rooms, or are you really that much of a shitty mother?" i growl at gemma. she sobs, looking up the stairs to hollie and george.
"babies," she cries, letting go of my arm to rush towards them. finally.
i let my fist repeatedly hit his face until it's a bloody stump and he's close to being unconscious. i don't care that gemma will probably call the police, it saves me from calling them to report her husbands domestic violence. and maybe i will go to jail for assault, but i couldn't give a shit.
"you ever lay my hands on my sister, or my niece and nephew again, i'll finish you!" he slowly nods his head, the fucking coward. raising his hands to women and children but backing down when it comes to a man.
"i want you out of this house."
"that's not your choice, harry," i hear a feminine voice sniffle behind me.
turning my head, i chuckle. "what's happened to you, gem? what happened to that fiery feminist in you, you wouldn't stand for this. he's hurting you and your children, and you want him to stay? that's pathetic."
i didn't need to tell the trash twice to leave, as he comes downstairs with a packed bag. good fucking riddance.
"i'll be putting this house for sale, slut. good luck," he smirks from the door, however he bolts as soon as i stand up and lunge for him.
"don't bother thanking me for basically saving your life. come tomorrow you would've been dead if i didn't turn up and see what was going on," i roll my eyes at gemma.
throughout the ride home, i examine my bloody fists with a smirk on my face. he got what was coming to him, and that made me happy. the thought of going home to my princess also lightened my dark mood.
it was dusk by the time i drove into my driveway. i couldn't see any lights on in the house, which was slightly alarming. i told jade to keep at least one light on if it got dark and i wasn't there, just to give myself and her a sense of security. i don't know why, though.
the house was silent when i walked in, not hearing the melodic hum of my girlfriend singing, nor the water running from a shower. i couldn't smell cooking, nor could i hear the fire alarm for if she burned it. i hope she's eaten something.
when i place my keys on the hallway table, my eye catches something. the door is open.
as quiet as a mouse, i sneak downstairs, keeping a close eye on my surroundings. her hair is the first thing i see, damp and curly. she's holding tightly on to something, her posture frozen.
she's scared? not as scared as she will be.
"what the fuck are you doing down here?"
