Keep Holding On (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 19

Tuesday, June 7

(8 days left)

Valerie POV

Yesterday was a crazy day. Besides the whole point that I got hit in the eye I did had a great time with Harry and his band-mates. They where really funny especially Louis and Zayn they always made fun of Niall, poor him. While me and Harry just laughed watching them play fight. Liam was the more nicer one, but still managed to have a good laugh.  

When I got home from school, it takes me a second to realize what's going on. Mother is bending over a pile of clothes in the middle of my room.

My clothes. From my closet. That are scattered on the floor with the rest of my stuff. She even dug out the stained white pants I shoved way in the back two years ago.

"What are you doing?!" I panic. I glanced around for my secret box. It's sitting right there on the floor, out in the open for anyone to see.

"You went through my stuff?" I yell. "Who said you could do that?"

I wait for her to say something like, "I pay the rent. I can do whatever I want," but she doesn't have a comeback for once.

Mother goes over to my secret box. She picks it up. I hate that she's touching it.

"What is this?" she says quietly.

"What do you think?"

She looks at me. Like, really looks at me. In my eyes. Which is seriously disturbing.

"What is this?" she raises my secret box.

I stay quite and she continues. "Mrs. Henley said you're at risk for being suicidal."

"I'm not suicidal!" I say.

Mother lifts the lid off my secret box. She takes out a pack of razor blades, an X-Acto knife, and two boxes of sleeping pills.

"Then what's all this?"

"It's from a long time ago. I'm not going to do anything."

"But you were going to?"

"Not really," I say.

She inspects a box of pills. "Where did you get these?"

"They're really old. They're probably expired."

"Why do you still have this stuff if you're not planning to use it?"

"I don't know" It's hard to explain. My secret box is symbolic. It's like I've been holding on to it to remind myself that things could be worse.

"From now on you will tell me everything, and you may not go to Emily's house anymore!" her voice got louder.

"Why! You never listen!" I scream.

"I'M YOUR MOTHER AND IF I TELL YOU SOMETHING YOU WILL LISTEN" she gets closer to me.

"SINCE WHEN IS THAT YOUR EXCUSE. YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME. You shouldn't have the right to call yourself a mother" I say the last part a bit softer but with more hatred.

And then...her hand finds my cheek. Slapping me hard enough to cause me to turn my face. I stay in the same position, I don't want her to see the tear falling from my eye.

"Valerie...look I'm-" she reaches her hand out to me. Now she's trying to act like a good mother, right after she slapped me.

"Don't touch me!" I demand stepping one foot away from her.

"Honey I'm sorry" I see a tear fall from her eye. Good, she should feel bad. I turn fully to face her so she could see what she did to me. And since when does she call me honey?

"You call yourself a mother...mums don't hit there children. A mother should be a person you can talk to when somethings bugging you. Someone who loves there children with all their heart and would get devastated when something bad happens to them. You are not a mother, you're a monster" I saw the hurt in her eyes, but at this point I've had it. I wasn't just gonna stay here anymore and take care of her bullshit. She's the one who is holding me back from my dream.

Without another word I leave her silent. I grab a football (soccer)  bag from my closet and start packing the clothes I have and all the other things I need.

"Valerie, what are you doing?" Mother questions me.

"I have no reason to answer you I'm 18 years old" I said while still packing faster. I just want to get out of here.

"You still live under my roof and you don't have anywhere else to go" her eyes followed my every movement, like a hawk.

"Don't worry about me mum, your very good at that," just when I was finished packing I fully turned around to face her.

"I hope you're very happy mum, I really do. You don't need me and you've told me over and over again. I'm giving you what you want. You will no longer see me," she starts to burst out into tears. She's not stopping me with her pity. "I hope you have a better life without me, and wish you the best," she was now on her knees.

I walked closer to her. I squat down and whispered in her ear. "I love you mum." I left my room and walked out of the house to my car. I stared down the road and only one person came up in my head who could help me: EMILY.

When I got to her house it was 12AM already. I knocked at her door.

"Valerie?" I heard her behind the door, worry in her voice. 

"What happened to you?" She said opening the door and helping me inside.

"The eye is from Carly" she moved my head so she could see.

"She also did that to your cheek?" She asked.

"No....my mom did" I looked down in embarrassment.

"Why would she do that!" she went to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of ice.

"She thought I was gonna kill myself, so I ran away"

"Oh My God Valerie, you can stay here as long as you want" she said placing the ice on my cheek.

"Thank you"

"You look tired, here just go to my room and sleep on the bed I'll go tell my mum your gonna sleep over."

"Thank you so much Emily what would I do without you"

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Hope everyone likes this chapter.

The next chapter will be the last chapter :(

I will be posting it on Friday just so I could get more reads during the week. It would be really nice if you guys do a last minute vote or comment before this story ends, don't be a ghost in this whole story, pretty please! (puppy dog eyes) 

Anywho see you all on Friday! Have a wonderful day xx.