Shy // Calum Hood

*•Parents•*

Bailey's P.O.V.
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"Good luck with your parents." Calum gave me a sympathetic look as we parted our separate ways home.
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"Thank you, see you in the morning." I waved him off before sharply turning on my heel and walking in the opposite direction.
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I trudged back to my large house and as soon as I walked up the patio, the sounds of screaming and shouting were pouring from the walls. Crap. I hated when they fought, it happened quite often and when it did, somehow I always got the blame.
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Reluctantly, I pushed open the door to find my mother hunched up in a corner, crying her eyes out, whilst my father barked down at her.
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"You're just a pathetic, useless bitch!" He bellowed, his face millimetres from hers.
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I watched in horror as he raised his palm and slapped her straight across the face, causing a shriek to erupt from her trembling body. It definitely wasn't the first time he had hit her, and every time I told her to leave him, and she would always ask, why should she leave the man she loves? To which I would call her an idiot and she would send me away.
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"Mum!" I yelled, nonetheless. I may not get along with her, but I still hated witnessing these events.
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I ran over to her and pulled the raging monster away from her body.
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"Get your stupid hands off me, you're even more worthless than she is! You are the biggest mistake I've ever made." He spat at me. The ugly vain on his forehead pulsing with rage.
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I rolled my eyes and dragged my traumatised mother upstairs and lay her on her bed. I perched myself next to her and decided to try once more.
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"Please . . . Please leave him." I begged, my eyes too, welling with tears.
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"I love him Bailey. What do you know about love?" She asked condescendingly.
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"I know that he clearly doesn't want either of us!" I whisper yelled, aware of the fact he was only downstairs.
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"He hit me because I deserved it Bailey, I was way out of line telling him he should be home more. It's totally my fault."
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"You're delirious." I observed blankly.
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"You're a waste of my time."
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"What time? You never spend any fucking time with me!"
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"I spend enough time with you to know I never wanted you." Her bony hands pushed me off the bed.
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I sighed, storming out the house and slamming the door, I didn't want her either.
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I was so sick of that man. He treated me and my mother like shit every time. And she seemed to be oblivious to the entire situation! The most messed up part of it all was that she didn't even see the problem in it.
She was utterly delusional.
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I wandered around with no destination for hours, my headphones firmly in and my head strictly down. I eventually decided I was hungry and calm enough to return.
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It was around six o'clock when I walked back in to find my desperate mother, literally on her knees and begging for my fathers forgiveness.
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I almost felt sorry for her as she gripped onto his legs and sobbed into his jeans. He folded his arms and looked away, as if she had done the unforgivable, as if she was in the wrong. I couldn't bare to watch any longer so I marched into the kitchen, grabbed some food and raced up the stairs to my room.
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I felt a mixture of emotions, I felt angry with both of them and helpless at the situation. I had tried to help, I always tried and what good did it do? None.
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Maybe I was useless.