Story Of My Life

Chapter 18- I'm A Payne

Hey lovelies. How are you guys? Sorry I haven't updated but this chapter I'm hoping is longer than any of them. So I gonna shut up and write this chapter. here's chapter 18. Enjoy! 😘

Liam's POV

As I sit on my floor, head resting in my hands. Shouts, I hear downstairs. I need to do something about it; Geneieves voice carries throughout the house. My insides quiver with the sound of her revolting against everyone down there. Before my mind can process what is happening, my bedroom door slowly opens. As my feet walk down the stairs I hear more shouting. A small 8 year olds voice chills my bones.

" I don't have to listen to any of you! Why would I? I mean you guys are only looking after me because Liam's locked himself in his room. I bet you guys don't care about me. I mean why would you. I'm a orphan. An orphan with a famous brother who can't even handle his own problems without lashing out." My little Genie says with a certain demonic tone. A tone I don't recognize, not one bit.

My hand pushes open the kitchen door to see Genie on the island counter, a steak knife is poised in her small hand. A look of wildness in her eyes, sends my stomach to drop. Zayn stands in front of her in the ground, all bar stools have been removed from the area.

"We do care about." Zayn speaks with calmness in his Bradford accent.

"Oh please, tell someone who can't tell the difference between a truth and a lie." She sneers.

Oh my, what the heck happened while I was being a sad loser in my room? I quietly clear the frog in my throat.

"Genie." I say.

"Liam." she says In a mocking tone.

Her hip juts out and her hand that isn't holding the steak knife rests on it.

"What are you doing?" I ask as I close the space between Genie and I.

"Making a point." she simply states.

"A point?" I ask confused.

"Yes a point, Liam." her tone set to annoyance.

"Why are you making this point?" I ask.

As I wait for Genevieve to reply I look around the room. My eyes first lay on my stunning girlfriend, Danielle. A large smile is set on her lips, I see her pearly whites. As my eyes scan looking for my other band mates. There they are, Niall, Harry, and Louis. They are all standing there with a look of excitement. I mean who wouldn't be excited to see Zayn trying to get an 8 year old off the counter without using profanity? My attention is turned back to my little sister. Her once calm eyes are set in stone and glazed over with hate. Her petite fists bunched at her sides in tight balls.

"I'm making this point because..well because I can." Her voice becomes small as she stumbles over her words.

"Because why?" I ask out of complete curiosity.

"That I just as angry as you are."

A surprised look smacks itself on my face.

"You're angry?"

"Yes." She responds without hesitation.

"Why are you angry?" My hand strokes the scruffies on my face.

"I'm angry because, well because I don't like it here. That's why."

"Why don't you like it here, Gen?" Niall speaks up from his quieted position next to Harry and Louis. His blue eyes hold a look of sadness.

"It's not home." she huffs.

"This is our home now." I tell her sternly.

"Not to me." She replies back.