Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 48

" A day without laughter is a day waisted!"
-Charlie Chaplin
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Screech

SCREEECH

Glass breaking. Car flipping. Car smashing. And eventually, the car smashing into the tree scaring the crap out of some birds.

Mom and dad in the front. Andrew right next to me.

I feel weak. Like someone just stabbed me 13 times. I can barley move right now. I don't know what to do.

I lift up my head only to see my mum staring at me. She doesn't look at anything else. She doesn't check if her husband is okay, she doesn't check to see if her son is okay. She's just looking at me, which sent chills down my spine.

"...help us." I hear mum muffle.

"W-what?" I muffle in pain

"He-elp u-us!" They started chanting. I became scared.

"Why didn't you help us?!" my dad screamed.

"You weren't there for us!" Andrew yelped.

"Why won't you save us?!" my mom screamed

As they kept getting closer to me I start panicking. I start hitting and pretty soon... I start screaming. I scream so loud, but they don't back away. They start touching me with their bloody hands and ripped skin.

"Leave me alone!" I screamed. "I'm sorry! I'M SORRY!"

I scream 'I'm sorry' for what seemed like an eternity. All my family kept doing is trying to grab me and possibly kill me. I'm guessing as revenge that I was ether the only survivor.

I kept screaming. It went to the point where my throat just couldn't do it anymore.

I screamed. I put my hands over my ears trying to make sure this wasn't real. It wasn't! It couldn't be real!

I don't listen to my subconscious. Instead, I cry, I scream, I fidget, I fight.

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I fling my eyes open and scream and basically start to panic. You see, I know I'm awake. I know I was dreaming. But my body thinks that it's still going on. Like I was still in my dream. My nightmare.

Harry wakes up and quickly takes action. Everyone on the plane basically woke up because of me. I panic in my chair and kick the seat behind me.

"Brooke!" Harry screams. "Brooke! It's okay it's okay!" Thinking that I was still in the dream, I kept "fighting" and trying got prevent anyone from touching or hurting me. Harry then took action and struggled to grab my arms which I kept swinging around in order to protect myself. I didn't realize that I was hitting Harry.

He finally grabbed my arms and looked me in the eye which I could barley do because my hair was all over my face including my mouth.

"It was a dream, Brooke!" I started to calm down but my breathing intensified. I couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't real. I couldn't tell if I was still sleeping or if I was awake.

For gods sake someone splash some damn water on me!

"It was a dream..." Harry calmly said. He slowly let go of my wrists. It takes a while, put once he does let go of me, I try to make of what is real. What is reality.

Looking like a complete psychopath, with my hair all messed up and dangling I front of my face, with my eyes streaming tears, I look directly at Harry and think "how could anyone love me?" I start crying. The one tear turned into several. The several then turned into a compete meltdown. Harry pulled me into his arms as I cried on his chest.