The Styles Triplets

Harry, Edward and Marcel may all look the same, but they are completely different, especially their secrets. Baylee may look like a normal girl, but her mom passed away 6 years ago and no one knows the real reason why, until she is forced to tell the boys. Not only does she have a big secret, they all do too.

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23. Chapter Twenty-Three

"BAYLEE-ANN JENSEN!"

I freeze. Oh, shit...I'm dead.

"Baylee...Bay..." Harry says trying to get my attention. I haven't even taken a step to the house. I just got out of the car. I have a feeling this is my death scene.

"Hey, don't be afraid of him. He is your dad, he won't do anything." Harry says standing in front of me, hands on my shoulders look me right in my eye.

"But he...he..." I try saying but start to cry, "Harry, he...killed my mom...right in front of me...god knows what he has done to her before that..."

"Oh...my...god...Baylee, I'm so sorry I didn't know." Harry says.

"No one knows, I've kept it a secret for almost six years now because I've been afraid of what would happen to me if I said anything," I reply, hiding my face in my hands, crying.

"BAYLEE GET YOUR FUCKING ASS IN THIS HOUSE RIGHT NOW!" He yells from the front porch.

"You don't have to go Bay," Marcel says next to me.

"I have to face up to him someday...and I guess today is that day," I say wiping the tears that had fallen.

"We'll be in the next room just in case something happens, okay?" Marcel says looking at Harry having a conversation with their eyes.

"Thank you," and with that, I started walking towards my so called father.

He turned around and walked into the house. I guess he wants me to follow him.

~Flash Back~

"Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Bandera, for the ride home and for letting me play with Denisa," I say sweetly.

"You're very welcome honey. We will see you next week for Denisa's 13th Birthday," Mrs. Bandera replies.

"I'm so excited!" I say jumping lightly showing my excitement.

"I'm glad you are!" Mr. Bandera says smiling at me, "Tell your mom and dad we said hello."

"Will do! Goodbye Denisa, Mr, and Mrs. Bandera," I say walking towards the front door.

I get my backpack off my back so I can get my keys but I hear noises inside the house and notice that the front door is unlocked and open. That's weird...it's always locked. I open the door slowly stepping in carefully.

"Mom!? Dad!? I'm home!" I yell into the house.

"Baylee dear, come into the basement will you!?" Dad yells from the basement.

I hear something muffled as I walk towards the basement door. This keeps getting weirder and weirder...I'm never allowed in the basement.

I open the door and start to walk downstairs. I can hear that muffled sound getting louder as I descend the stairs.

"Mr. and Mrs. Bandera say," I say as I'm opening the other door...yes there are two doors, "...hi...MOM!" I yell running towards her on the table in the middle of the room.

When I get to her, I pull out the piece of cloth that is covering her mouth.

"Darling, leave now! Run to Denisa's house as fast as you can and don't stop!" she whisper-shouts at me.

"But, why? What's happening?" I ask

"I don't want you to see this!" she replies.

"Oh shut up you whore!" Dad says slurring his words.

Oh no, he is drunk, and he called mom a rude word.

"Dylan! Let the girl go! She is not apart of this! This is between you and me!" Mom pleads at dad.

"Shut the fuck up! This became everyone's business when you ran to -" he doesn't finish his sentence, due to him burping."Fucking slut you are," he mutters.

"Dad, why do you keep calling mommy bad words?" I ask, confused. I thought they loved each other.

"Because she is a slut and a whore, my baby girl," he says. "Now why don't you come over here and sit on this chair?"

I look over at mom and she is shaking her head at me telling me not to go over there.

"Baylee, get the fuck over here right NOW!" he demands.

I shriek a bit and scurry over to the chair that dad told me to sit in so I don't get into trouble.

I can't believe dad is drunk! Again! This is the fifth time he has been this week and it's only Wednesday. He never used to drink. He only started this month. It's so strange because when he is drunk he is really mean and angry all the time. But mom usually gets me out of the house when he is so I don't see him.

"Now darling, sit tight while I tie you up to the chair," he says in my ear.

"Don't tie her up Dylan!" mom yells at him.

"For the last fucking time, SHUT UP!" he shouts right next to my ear making me flinch away from him.

"She's only 12! Leave her alone!" She says.

"And why the fuck should I care!" He shouts back.

"Because she is your daughter!" She replies.

He being the sick man he is starts laughing. Of all times to laugh, he starts now.

"Why are you laughing daddy?" I ask me softly.

"Why am I laughing? Because she is a fucking liar! I'm not your dad!" He replies.

"What?" I ask shocked.

"Didn't you hear? I'm not your fucking father!" he shouts right in my face.

"Is that true mommy?" I ask.

"I...I didn't want you to find out this way...but, yes. It's true." She says ashamed. "But I am your mother!"

"Now time to get to the fun part," he grins evilly, "I bet you are wondering how I found out, aren't you?"

I look over at mom and see her glaring at him in hatred and disgust.

"No reply? I'll take that as a yes," He says walking over to a work bench on the opposite side of the room. "Well you see, a bit over a month ago I had a very important business meeting with the rival, about recruiting-" Burp. "Anyway, he was bragging about this woman he met over 12 years ago and how fine she was and I thought, poor lady for getting with him," he takes a break after picking up what looked like a butcher's knife.

I think mom saw me looking at it and looked at me and mouthed run, but I shook my head because he was standing right in front of the door to go upstairs.

"After all my sympathetic thoughts to this poor lady, he started telling me how he knocked her up and how she was married at the time. Then I thought what a," He gets mom's right arm that he has tied down to the table and starts cutting her skin, "Slut."

"DYLAN!" Mom yells.

I couldn't see what he was cutting on her skin, and I didn't want to know.

"After a few minutes, I asked him where is she now, and he replied, happily married with the same husband, who doesn't know that his 12-year-old daughter isn't really his child. I asked after that what their names were and he replied he didn't know the daughter's name but if he heard it he would recognize is. But, he did know the lady's name. And you know what he said?" he stopped to look at me.

I was stunned. I just sat there as still as a pole. He shook his head at me and looked at mom. Mom was lying on the table; eyes squeezed shut from all the pain, head facing me.

He leaned over her and whispered, but loud enough for me to hear, "Cleo. I was stupid enough to think; wow that's the same name as my wife! But after a while, I asked the man if the daughter's name was Baylee-Ann, and he replied YES!" and he said yes he stabbed mom right in the middle of the stomach.

I screamed. He kept stabbing her slowly getting closer to her heart.

"Oops, there goes the baby," he says, no remorse in his voice. Mum was pregnant!? "So you cheated on me, and then lied for almost 12 fucking years! She's not even my daughter!" he yelled right in her face.

Mom's mouth had blood pouring out of it.

Dad looked too preoccupied talking to her and stabbing over and over again that I bolted to the stairs. Glad mom told him not to tie me up. As I reached the second stairs I hear mom scream really loudly. By now I had tears pouring out of my eyes. I quickly opened the door and ran out of the house before he could catch me.

Lucky it was still daylight. I start running towards Denisa's house. It will take about 20 minutes to run there. I can do this! I'm a gymnast. I can run that far come on Baylee!

"BAYLEE YOU BITCH! GET BACK HERE!" He yelled at me as I reached the end of our road.

~Flashback over~

I stayed at Denisa's for a month after that. Her parents and she are the only ones that know exactly what happened. We tried to report him to the police but they said there is no evidence it happened. I say Dylan had connections and somehow managed to hide all evidence.

"Are you fucking coming or what!?" He yells at me.

"Yeah," I say quickly looking at my phone doing something he won't notice.

Let's get this over with.

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