Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 40

Justin's POV

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My mum told me something yesterday. Something that made me have a second look on who my father really is. A bastard that's what.

Turns out my parents didn't have drunk sex in order for her to be pregnant. Well at least, voluntarily.

Remember when I said that when my father gets drunk he'll unleash utter hell? Well, turns out when that happened, he was drunk...

He raped my mum.

Rape.

I mean I knew my father was capable of many many things, but I never expected rape to be on the lists of things he can do!

Another thing, my mum actually is caring. She actually does cars about me unlike my no-good-dead-beat father. And turns out, my mum was already four months pregnant when she announced it to me. So yah, that baby is coming in about five months.

My father has been leaving us alone ever since he found out mum was pregnant. And by us... I mean mum. He still takes advantage of the fact that mum can't really walk or run as fast anymore. So therefore, I get all the beating but I don't mind. As long as my mum doesn't get any beatings, I'm okay with it.

Today is February 2, 2015. I don't know where my dad is (probably drinking again even though its 7 am!) but mum is cooking in the kitchen. My mum had stopped drinking in order for the baby to survive. It's weird cause whenever I see her with water, I assume it's vodka. I guess I'm just that used to living like this.

"Is it almost done?" I asked.

"Almost." She was making fish figures and for some reason I are them with mayo. Meanwhile I actually hated mayo with everything else except for that. Weird.

About 5 minutes later, the fish fingers were done, but I only are about four. I wasn't that hungry and plus I was running late.

"I have to go now, mum."

"Alright, see you later." I get my backpack and exit my house. I honestly felt bad leaving my mum back home since my dad is there. Somehow he manages to hold down a job but he never tells me what it is.

It's probably drugs anyway if I know him well enough.

I walk down the road towards my school. I don't see Brooke. I wish I could. I want to talk to her.

You know that feeling when you just want to talk someone so desperately you'll do anything just to do so? Well, that's me right now and I don't even know why. I guess it's just one of those days.

I finally get to school and suddenly hear cheering and yelling.

I start to run towards the noises and pretty soon hear kids chanting "fight, fight, fight!" Running closer and closer, I see a sight that breaks my heart.

Then, I hear a scream that all too familiar to me.

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Brooke's POV

Harry managed to get up way before I did and managed to make me some breakfast along with it.

"What's all this for?" I asked.

"What? I can't make breakfast for my own daughter? How rude!" I let out a laugh. Mainly be used Harry managed to sound like Stephanie Tanner from Full House. You know, because her catchphrase was 'How rude'. I loved that show growing up.

About 30 minutes I manage to finish breakfast, but only so much. My recovery (yah, I know some of you probably forgot) hasn't really been that smooth. I mean, I've been eating, but still not that much. In my almost 9 months with living with Harry I've only gained about 35 pounds from my original 62 pounds. And no, not the money.