Knight In White Converse (Harry Styles FanFiction)

Chapter 2- Remember When

Chapter 2-

Lily’s POV

When I pulled up to the curb in front of Jack's flat, I saw him sitting impatiently on the steps leading up to his rotted porch. His frail body was sitting as still as a statue, smoking a cigarette. The only movement made was the puse of his lips as he blew out the puff of polluted smoke into the air. A bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey sat directly next to him, ready for any swig to infect his body. When I shut the ignition off, his knees extended and I watched him stand up. He ran his long, thick fingers through his shaggy, matted, brown hair. I walked on the gray, rough pavement over to where his bony and muscular body stood.  “Hey.” I choked out as I dove in for a hug. He reeked of the smell of whiskey. “Hey babe” he mumbled while he groped my butt. I groaned in disgust and let my arms fall from his waist. “So, what do you want to do today?” I said smiling up at his blue eyes. I watched as his tongue creeped out fo his mouth only to travel back up to lick his pink lips. “Well, I had an idea.” He smirked as he once again, brought the bottle back up to his mouth. “You know I can’t do that. Not until marriage.” He groaned and rolled his eyes. In a rush, he grabbed my arm and rushed me upstairs to his room. Old food and dirty clothes lay scattered across the floor. The same musky, cigarette smell lingered in the air and throughout the vents. There were beer bottles scattered everywhere. It's not like things have changed at all though. Jack has been an alcoholic for 5 years, he is 6 years older than me, making him 24. The age difference has always been a problem with Lou. Plus his alcholoic and abusive ways. But, for some odd reason, I am attracted to Jack. Something about him pulls me in, as if he is the magnet, and I am the object gravitating towards it. I interrupted the silence. “Hey Jack, guess what! My brother is back from touring” I said as Jack slowly, but roughly  pulled me onto his lap. “Ugh him?” Jack said in disgust. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I was really tired of how Jack is towards my brother. “But, your happy for me right babe?” He nudged me off of his lap before taking up the whole couch to himself, leaving me to sit on the cluttered floor. “Eh, you could do better” He said as he took a chug out of his Jack Daniels bottle. I really had the urge to take the bottle from his hands, and break it across his head, but I don’t know what Jack would do to me if I would have. To jack, I was just another empty beer bottle; worthless, trash, soemthign that can be thrown around, and then pushed onto the floor when it breaks. I am always forced to clean the trash hole he lives in, buy his cigarettes and whatever alcohol he was consuming at the time with the money I make at the store I work at. I don’t make much money at all, and if I didn’t have enough to buy what Jack wanted, than he would beat me until I bruise. And, he said that if Louis ever found out, he would rape me. Rape me? “Get up. More beer!” He yelled just as I tried to get comfortable into his tattooed chest, which let me tell you, is not as comfortable as my brothers! I slowly got up out of my position and sighed as I walked to the fridge to grab him yet another beer. I listened to the clack of my heels as they padded against the wood floor. I opened the fridge to find no food, and no aloholic beverages left for Jack's consumation. "Babe, there is no more!" I yelled to him, who was most still laying on the couch in his bedroom. My voice echoed throughout the house until it reached Jack's ears. "Why the hell isn't there any left?" Jack screamed at me. I could hear the sound of his bare feat hit the floor, the same way mine did. "What happened to the money from last week?!" Jack now screamed in my eardrums, most likely bursting them. By this time, both of his bony hands were around my neck, causing immediate bruising. "I don't know. Let go of me" I managed to muffle out. I had learned by now that screaming did absolutely no good. It would just cause me more pain than I truly needed to endure. "You little whore, you probably spent it on some other lad. Your such a skank." Jack spurted and slureed into my face. He finally released his hands from around my neck, only to bring them right back up to meet the side of my face, causing me to fall against the countertops, and onto the floor. I hid my face in my hands as I felt Jack bend down to my eye-level. The smell of his breath laid across my face as the amount of tears being produced from my eyes increased. "So, who did you shag?" Jack slurred. His hand once again found my cheek, and my throat. "No-no-nobody" I cried out, not convincing him. "Your such a worthless bitch." He screamed one more time, finally repositioning himself so he was standing, giving me the chance to run. And, that's exactly what I did.