Happily never after {FINISHED}

Chapter 39!

Jai's P.O.V:

Woah... Where the fuck did this come from? I was pretty excited to tell Beau I had lost my virginity, next thing I know, he's throwing Mum's plates all over the kitchen. I stood there confused, as Beau squared me up, more angry then I've ever seen him.

"Stop!! What The Fuck!!" I heard Steph shout, followed by her quick footsteps. She ran over and stood in the middle of us both. "Jai?" She questions, I looked down at her and stared. She looked up at me, fear rolling in her eyes. Beau's breath started getting heavier and he paced around in the kitchen. Steph always knew how to calm him down, so she tried... But he's never been this angry before? 

"Beau, listen to me... Hold my hands..." She almost whispered to him, holding her hands out towards Beau; with force, he pushed her away. "Beau... Listen, to me!" She said, a little louder than a whisper now.

"Stop telling me what to do! Please!!" he said through gritted teeth.

"I'm only trying to help..." she took a step back. Just over 2 hours ago, everything was perfect again. Steph and I had felt closer then we ever had... I felt happy; just by a simple action of staring at Steph's symmetrical face.

"Well Stop trying!" Beau said, alot more rage in his face. He grabbed either one of her shoulders and flung her, like a rag doll, to the floor. "This is all your fault!" He said, pointing his index finger down to her. She lay there on the broken glass, not saying anything, and her eyes shut. I didnt say anything to Beau, I just ran over to Steph and placed her head on my knees. I heard Luke call Beau out the room, so he went.

Steph's P.O.V:

"I'm so sorry for your loss... She was a great woman".... "Lovely Speech, Hun.".... "Chin up baby, she's with the angels now".... I had heard this all day, all I wanted now was to go to bed and cry to myself. My Mum had passed away two weeks ago now, and the funeral wasnt easy for either me or my Dad. He had my hand and walked me back to our hotel room; the one in which we lived. I got sent straight to bed, which was a relief cause I had a small feeling Dad might want to have talked about it... but he didnt. I lay in bed, thinking about what would be happening in life, if Mum was here now. I remembered her pretty smile, the way it lifted her crystalised eyes. I remember the way her hair fell in smart little weaves. I remember--... I listened again. I could hear a key going through a key hole. I carried on listening; I tried to figure out where the noise was coming from... the kitchen? I thought about it... "What Cupboard In the kitchen had a lock?"... I couldnt really remember a cupboard with a lock, so I climbed out of bed to go have a look. Just as my hand reached my bedroom door handle, I was startled by a loud wail; My Dad's cry. I swung the door open and ran to go and find Dad. He was now in the front room. I glanced into the kitchen to see a cupboard open full of Spirits and other drinks I can't recognised. I then focused back on my Dad who was on his hands and knees on the front room floor. An empty bottle of Whiskey next to him. I walked over to him, placing one hand on his back. He must'nt have heard me behind him, as he swung his body around quickly, scared. His eyes looked up at me, blood shot, but soft. His breathing was heavy and quick, which slowed down and became less frequent; his eyes soon hardened. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and stood up, nearly falling over again. "Stephanie Fox..." He said, taking a sloppy step towards me. "It's past your bed time..." He said, raising his left hand and swiping it across my face. The force was so hard it sent me to the floor. "I-I-I.. I know Daddy." I stuttered, trying to stand up quickly, but he kicked me back down, followed by a punch; aimed at my right eye. "I sent you to bed, Stephanie!!" he bellowed. "I want Mummy!!" I cried out, all muscles losing hope from the pain in my face and my left leg. "Mmumy's gone!! She's Dead! Silly Girl!!" He said, which came with another punch, followed by another... and another... and another. "D-ad-dy... st-t-op... p-p-pleas-se..." I used my last strength to say. "Goodnight, Stephanie." he laughed, using the empty Whiskey bottle and smashing it round my head. Lights out Steph.

I sat up straight, breathing uneven and sweat dripped off my body. I swallowed hard and started to cry, remembering the pain I felt and how much I actually missed my Mum. I then took the time to look around at my surroundings. I was in a bedroom, laying in a bed. Blinds shut but curtains open. Posters on the wall and on the bedside table on the side of the bed I was on, was a photo of Jai and I. I felt a large hand on my back, followed by some 'shh'ing. I turned to see Jai sitting up in the bed next to me. My muscles relaxed and I did a small dive into Jai's chest, he laid back and we just laid there cuddling under the blankets. He would rub my back and tell me everything was going to be okay. "I wont let anyone hurt you again... I promise." I felt safe with Jai... really safe. I trusted him alot now aswell. I sighed, breathing in his thick smell and I smiled a meaningful smile- I hadnt done that in ages.