DELILAH *Sequel*

I guess I'm not the daughter that they expected to have. Oh well.
My mother (the only person in this world that defends me) was diagnosed with lung cancer just a few months ago, and none of us even want to think about how much longer she has. My older sister, Minnie, just went off to college, and without daddy's little princess in the house, he gets mad about everything and anything. He hates the love of my life, my friends, my job and all the other things in my life that I love.
Oh, and I forgot to mention, my father is Harry Styles... Right?

Part II to MINNIE (A Harry Styles Fan-fiction)

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12. Twelve

"Hole in one!" William cheerfully shouted. I giggled and granted him a high five. He'd brought me to a golf course, with cheesy windmills and colorful golf balls. "Your turn." 

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We walked to his car, with ice pops in our hands. "I had fun today, William. Thank you." 

"I just want you to feel comfortable." He told me, opening my car door. "I know its hard for you to face me. You're very brave as it is." he smiled warmly. And I felt peaceful. "You're a wonderful daughter." 

"Why did you do that to Mom?" I blurted unexpectedly. 

"I-I... Um, I didn't exactly plan on it, Sweetie. It just sort of happened. But I don't do that anymore. I was a different man then. I'm better." 

I didn't know what he meant by 'I'm better', but I just looked straight ahead, even when he put his hand on my knee. I swallowed hard and remained silent all the way home. I even pretended not to notice when he pulled out a hidden flask and took a few gulps. This was escalating quickly. 

"Today feels like a good night, don't ya think?" he asked happily, with a grunt to his tone.

"Mmhmmmm." I mumbled, looking at the dark road. My eyes closed nervously and my father's words flooded back into my head. When he whispered 'Please baby girl.' I don't know why the moment was being played in my head again. It was weird, but it got me thinking. 

I missed him. His voice, his soft skin and fluffy hair. His scratchy scruff and his olive green orbs. I wondered what he was doing. Maybe reading a newspaper or watching football.  Or maybe he was in his little hidden studio in the basement, singing his heart out. I loved going down there as a kid, and playing on his piano while he soothed me with song.

When we got out of the car, William spit on the grass, and chugged down a few more swigs of liquor. "Are you feeling alright?" I asked, clueless to what in the world was happening with him. 

"Perfect, princess. Thanks for asking." He opened the front door and allowed me in first. "But you know..." he trailed off. "I wouldn't mind if you put me to bed." he winked, and pushed me gently against the wall. I turned my head so I wouldn't have to look him in this familiar blue eyes. I stared out the window and focused on an unfamiliar car out front. The head lights were brightly shining and the person looked like they were trying to get a good look inside the house. Does this guy have his friends peeking in? For some kind of pervert show? "You smell so nice." he moaned in my ear and ran his fingers through my hair. I finally turned my face, only to breath in the strong odor of alcohol. I held back my gag and looked at him fearfully. 

"William, you don't have to do this." I reminded him, trying to convince him. "You told me you were different now, remember?" He rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand. I gasped and let him move my hand to the belt of his jeans. I was afraid of throwing up on him, because I was at that point. "Stop." I pulled away, and he reached again. "STOP!" I cried, making a run for it. I bumped into the table against the hall, and a vase crashed against the wooden floor. Then I heard a car door slam, then another. 

William chased me down the path and into my temporary bedroom. He moaned and pushed me onto the bed as I screamed. There was pounding in my ears, and I didn't know if it was in my head or not. "Sounds like your daddy's here for you, baby. So I better do this quickly."

"William please! I'm you daughter. Your daughter!" I shrieked. He captivated me against the comforter and slammed his sloppy lips on mine. Liquor stained my tongue as he growled, and I heard a loud thud from down the hall. Harry was here. It had to be him. It had to be. "Get your fucking hands off of me you dick." I shouted as loud as I could, just as my father entered the room. I kicked William in the chest with my boot. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as he flew back against the closet door. "Daddy." I fell to my knees at his feet. 

"Baby." Was all he said. Kevin was behind him, and he picked me up and swung me over his shoulder. Dad went after William, ferociously. 

"Kevin, no he's gonna kill him! Kevin, please. Stop him. STOP HIM!!!"

"Just shut up, Dee." I punched his back and kneed him hard. He dropped me in the back seat of the rental car and locked me in. "We'll be back." he muttered. I banged on the window and screamed my little heart out. They were gonna kill him and go to jail. 

I yelled and cried until I couldn't anymore... until my eyes closed and my head fell. 

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