Into an Outsider. (1D Fanfiction)

Shouting.

Chapter eight:

Zayn POV

All I could think about is Becca's drunk father walking in on her and I on top of eachother, half nude. Can a situation like that get any worse? From what Becca has told me about her father, he doesn't seem like the nicest guy. Luckliy, She has told me that he never comes into her room. I just hope that still applies to the situation we are in now. 

Her dad kept yelling her name. "Becca! Why is every god damn light on in this entire fucking house! Becca."

Becca rushed to put her shirt on. She tossed me mine from across the room. I could tell she was panicking.

"Just stay in here, ok. He won't come in here, I promise...I'm sorry you have to hear this...Oh and your voice is very uh sexy." She forced a smile upon her face and walked out of her room. I didn't get the chance to say thank you before she shut the door.

I tried to avoid ease-dropping on their 'conversation', more like their shouting back and fourth. 

"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!" The anger in her dad's voice was conspicuous. It was hard for me to ignore it. I felt powerless. I wanted to help, but I know it would only make things a whole lot worse. 

I picked up one of her journals to distract me from their fighting. I probably shouldn't be so nosy, but I was curious to know more about her. I started reading the first pages...

           12/20  -Guess what happened today...absolutely nothing.

                   I feel like all I do in a day is get ready for the next one.  

          12/23   -Last night, I could've sworn I heard a woman's voice when my dad came home.

                   Figures. Looks like my dad still isn't looking for a serious relationship. I think my dad has given up on finding 'true love'. I'm not even sure I'll start looking myself. I don't really believe in it. Which is a common thing for a daughter of two divorced parents to think. What is 'love' anyway? My parents thought they had it, but it was obviously just bullshit. 'Love' is bullshit.  Relationships are messy and people's feelings get hurt, who needs it.

         12/25   -Spent Christmas with Niall's family this year. Best Christmas I've had in a long time.

                   Why can't I be a Horan? I consider them my real family anyway. 

          01/02   -Today was one of the worst days of my entire adolescents. 

                 I will have bruises on my skin and scars on my heart because of this day-

Because of a loud noise, I threw down her notebook and got close to the door to listen. I could hear Becca's voice. 

"No wonder mom left you. You're worthless to the both of us! I mean really dad, look at yourself! Look who you've become! You being drunk right now is NO excuse. Notice how much you're hurting m-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A BAD MEMORY BECCA! YOU'RE A MISTAKE!" There was a moment of silence. 

"Fuck you." Becca's voice cracked. 

The sounds of her being slapped followed her words.

I can't stand being trapped in this room knowing she is being hurt. I want to run out to her and protect her. She doesn't deserve what is happening to her. 

A door slammed. I'm guessing her dad's bedroom door. 

I heard nothing, but foot steps coming closer. Becca walked in hiding her face from me. Her hair is stuck to her lips, her makeup is smeared down her face. She showed no expression.