Sincerely, yours. - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

　

　

　

　

　

　

December 1

　

　

　

　

　

　

My eyes slowly peered open, the light nearly blinding me. I yawned, and groaned at the brightness. Birds chirped cheerily outside the window, and I wondered idly what time it was. Slowly I turned over and squinted at my illuminating alarm clock.

5:46am it read.

Of course it was insanely early for the time I had fallen asleep. For the past months, sleep was as rare as leap year. I’d only slept two hours that night. But then again, nothing was usual anymore.

I lugged myself out of bed and paced throughout the lengths of my hardwood. My head felt so cloudy like it had the night my mum had found my journal. I took it back last night, I didn’t want her having such a close part of me in such easy reach. I have been writing more than ever. My entries are getting longer. I guess I should be proud, considering in the start, I doubted that I would manage to write in it ever. I really didn’t have much to write about before. My life was always so plain and ordinary. Now, it’s like my whole life could be contained in the pages of a story book.

Suddenly, I heard a creak outside my door. I trailed over to my entry and tore it open, finding my father, trying to inconspicuously creep out of the house as he did every morning, to avoid my mum.

“Hi Bethy,” he smiled unbendingly.

I replied with a glare back, “trying to sneak out again?”

He slung his jacket over his shoulder and shook his head, “work.” is all he said with a quick shrug.

“Hm, you realize your shift doesn’t start until eleven?” I scowled, crossing my arms over my chest.

Whenever there was conflict or hardship in the family, he did the same thing, snuck out early to avoid it all. He was such a scared by-stander, never wanting to take action or resolve anything, only run away from it. Or pretend it wasn’t there. Just another thing I hated about my father. Ironic because my mum deemed me and my father alike in that way, both hiding behind a thin mask of a smile to cover up what we really felt. Something I always disliked, but in all honesty, always did.

“Elizabeth, don’t be silly, I just have to run a few errands.” he brushed me off pushing past me and making his way down the first few stairs.

“I know mum told you everything, really good to know you care to check up on me dad, I could died and you still wouldn’t give a shit about my existence.” I shot him a livid smile, even though he was turned away from me. He tensed quickly, clenching his fists, but kept walking.