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/flashback; harry's pov/
His cold hand strikes my face as the tears gush from my eyes.
"Stop crying boy!" He screams, striking my swollen cheek once more.
"Stop! Richard, stop!" My mum runs in, grabbing him by the shoulder.
He swings his arm at her, striking her soft, delicate face.
"Daddy!" I scream.
His hand swings my way, hitting my face once more, me being too young to defend myself.
"Richard! You bastard!" Mum pleads, tears running down her rosy cheeks.
"Shut it Anne!" He yells, his deep voice thundering.
"I will not!" She screams back as he hits her once again.
I hold my swollen cheek and go for it;
I run towards the sick man I call my father and swing at him.
I crash into his face with a stone cold fist and-
/BOOM/
He hits the floor.
"Daddy?" My voice cracks.
"DADDY!" I scream in terror as the blood from his head expands across the floor.
"DADDY!"
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/present time; ariana's pov/
"Ari?" My mom speaks through the speaker of my phone.
"Yea?" I answer.
"Where are you? Your father and I are worried sick?" I can hear the worry in her voice.
"I'll be home in 20 minutes mom, don't worry." I speak into my phone and hang up.
I shove my phone into my back pocket and sit back down next to my boyfriend, Michael.
"Who was that?" He asks, his red hair glistening in the light of the bar.
"My mom." I roll my eyes, taking a sip out of my glass.
I swallow the stinging liquid and continue-
"She wants me home."
"Oh." Is all he says.
I swig the rest of my drink and step off the bar stool.
"Bye, again tomorrow?" I sling my purse on my shoulder.
"Tomorrow." He says and turns back around.
I make my way through the crowd of drunks and find my way to the door, stumbling a little, but I manage my way.
I grab the cold door handle and open it as the cold winter air hits my cheeks, stinging them a bit.
How the hell am I going to drive home? I think to myself.
I get into my car and grab the keys, putting them into the ignition, fumbling to start it.
I finally start the damn car and pull out, trying my best not to hit any parked cars.
I pull out on to the street and make my way home. I hope I can drive while slightly intoxicated. Ok I'm pretty drunk but I can hopefully manage.
As I drive down the icy street, my car swerves a lot. Dammit. Keep your shit together Ari, for Christ's sake.
The alcohol over powers my thoughts as I see a bright light and followed by that, a loud crash.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I lift my aching head up to see I've, of fucking course, hit a car.
I should have just had my annoying ass mother come pick me up.
"Hey!" A man, around my age,walks out of his car, towards mine.
"Hey!" He bangs on the window as I fumble to roll it down.
"Hmm?" I rub my eyes.
"Watch where you're going!" He screams through my window with a thick britsh accent, the loudness of his voice causing my head to pound.
"S-sorry I didn't mea-"
"Shut up and listen to me." He cuts me off.
"If you're intoxicated, don't drive you asshole! I just fucking got this damn car and the first thing you do is ruin it! Do you know how much this is going to cost me? Fucking Christ!" He paces back and forth, rubbing his forehead.
I squint my eyes to get a better look of him;
Curly long brown hair, tattoos, lots of them, tight black jeans and I'm pretty sure, a blue and black flannel. Too many piercings.
"How much will it c-cost?" I stutter, trying to come back into reality.
"A shit load lady!" He yells.
"Calm down." I whisper, rubbing my pounding head.
"Calm down? Calm down? Are you fucking joking? You're lucky I'm not going to sue you oh my fucking God!" He starts to pace again.
Damn man, calm down. The last thing I need is to have some guy with a shit load of tattoos scream in my ear when I have a killer headache.
I pull out my phone and shakily dial my moms number.
"Hello?" She answers after two rings.
"Hi mom, I might be home a little later than 20 minutes." I stutter.
"What? Are you ok?"
"I hit some guys car, it's fine though." I cough, inhaling the fumes of our cars.
"Are you ok? Where are you?" She begins to get panicky.
"I'm fine." I say and hang up.
"What's your name?" He yells back into the car.
"Ari-Ariana." I stutter.
"Ariana? I'm Harry, so nice to meet you." He huffs, rolling his eyes.
"I'm calling the police." He informs me.
"Don't! It was an accident!" I yell.
"Drunk driving isn't an accident, sweetheart." He growls.
Fucking great. The cops. My mom is going to have my ass.
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