Am I Good Enough? (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Moving

Harry woke me up bright and early the next morning. I took a shower, and I blow-dried and straightened it, too. Harry came in and told me to be ready by  twelve o' clock. I sighed, It was 11:30 now! What will I wear????? Awwwwwwwww! I wouldn't be able to watch Dora either!!!!!!!!!!! I finally decided on a skirt and a pink button-down shirt that teachers wear a lot. (A/N- Or at least at my school) Then Harry called me to get into a car. Ha! Finished just in time.

"Harry! I had to miss Dora The Explorer!!!!!!!!!!" I said sadly.

"Yeah, and that's probably a good thing," Well, Harry didn't think I heard, but I did. So i lightly hit him.

"NO! IT'S A BAD THING!!!!!!!!! DORA IS MY FAVORITE SHOW!!!!!!! DON'T OFFEND HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled like a cray-cray woman. He laughed and then put the address on the GPS and followed the woman's monotone voice.

"Turn right, Sir Styles," The woman said. He turned left.

'Uh, Harry, you just turned left," I said

"Ih, crap! I thought it was right!" He said

"Ha! You don't know your lefts from rights!" I yelled, laughing. 

"Well...Well You like Dora and Diego!" He yelled

"Yeah, because they're awesome! And cut me some slack. I never got to watch t.v. before, so my inner kid yearns for little kid shows" I said. I got a sour taste remembering the one time I asked my dad if I could watch t.v. I was about five.

*FLASHBACK*

"Daddy!" I yelled, running down the stairs after seeing a woman in my attic. She was nearly dead.

"A lady is suffering up there!" I said. Despite my age, I knew a lot of grown-up words. When my auntie Laura came, she told me grown-up words. But she never stayed for long. Daddy always made her leave. She knew something was up, so she once called the police to investigate, But daddy made me deny everything. She also wanted to adopt me, but Daddy wouldn't let her. She didn't like Daddy. Daddy wasn't her brother. Mommy was her sister. Mommy died. And Daddy turned physco. Auntie Laura loves me, and she told me she wished she could be my mother figure and that her husband could be my Daddy figure.  He'd make a better Daddy than the one I have now. She said the only thing in her way was my dipwad Daddy. That's what she called Daddy. I dipwad. I don't have the slightest idea what it meant. Auntie Laura is pregnant now, so i will have a baby cousin, but then Auntie Laura might not love me anymore. She might replace her little niecy-poo (That's what she calls me) with the baby.

"I know, I put her up there," Daddy said

"Why?" I asked.

"She can't know what I do," He said. Well he does hurt me, a lot, and what's that m-word? Oh yeah, Molests me.  So maybe he doesn't want her to know that. Even though my daddy's a mean guy, I still love him. I mean, he is my Daddy.  I didn't question him further.

"daddy, can I watch t.v.?" I asked. He turned and stared at me coldly. I backed away. "I mean... only if you weren't....." I didn't finishe because Daddy punched me. I yelped in pain. I heard the attic lady screaming, despite her hurt neck. I bet she cared for children. She tried screaming "What are you doing to your poor daughter!" But it came out as "Fut car woo cooing to for loor laughter!" She couldn't talk right because her voice wasn't working because her neck was almost dead. So was she. I felt bad. She tried sticking up for me. Daddt slapped me. "NO! THE T.V. IS MINE! YOU CAN NEVER USE IT! HAVE YOU EVER WATCHED IT BEFORE?" He asked me. I shook my head no. I just saw the moving pictures and the talking and I thought it was cool. Daddy carried me up to my dark scary messy room. I never messed it up. Daddy did. He said that he did things in there. Whatever that meant. He slammed me on my bed and he cut my arm with a shard of glass from a beer bottle. Than God it was only my arm.  IT hurt. I now hate Daddy.