Abused...( A Harry Styles Fanfiction) ©

I never really understood what i did wrong, what i did to deserve a life like this...
I feel like cutting it loose sometimes, but that's what others do, and i'm not like others. I have hope. My life may be terrible right now, but things change; some for the best and others...not so much...My life is weird, but it's mine and no-one can snatch that away from me...

If you enjoy stories with suspense, unexpected plot twists, drama, love and realism...then you've picked the right story! cx


15. Chapter 13

This is a filler but I've got big things planned ahead, and a lot more of Harold will be present cx



Chapter 13

When I said ‘stop acting’ I most definitely did NOT expect Lyric to reply the way she did. What did she even mean?

Lyric strolled over with such confidence, it actually hurt to watch, snapping her fingers in front of my face bringing me back to reality.

“God Scarlett, pay attention! This guy over here, WAS your dad. That’s it. WAS. Get over it. It’s been ages, just forget the past. He didn’t want you so he left, it’s not that hard to understand, so stop dwelling on the past and get a move on! He. Doesn’t. Want. You.”

I stared at her blankly. Was she actually saying this to me right now? I’m not upset or anything, I know my dad didn’t want me and I got over it, but is she being real right now? I looked ahead as she grabbed his arm and tried to yank him away, but he just stood still.

“I’m sorry…” he spoke.

No way. “Who do you think you are to be saying sorry NOW?! Please, I don’t want to hear lies, it BURNS my ears!” I yelled

“Stop feeding me crap! You’re nothing to me. Just a stranger whom I spent a small fraction of my life with. That’s it. You’re sorry means nothing. Nothing at all. You left me, you left that woman that you married and n-“  I was soon cut off with my ‘dad’ rudely interrupting.

“Don’t speak of your mother that way. Have some respect!” No. He. Did. Not

“Respect! What respect? You mean the respect she’s been giving me all this time? Gladly, I’ll just hope along back to the house and smack her across the face, and then maybe get the metal pole and shove it down her throat. Then – let me think- I might throw in a punch and hope along to some drug dealer and-“

Again…rudely interrupted.

“What are you even talking about? You’re not doing that to her! Have you been abusing her?” He spoke with a soft tone, hurt written across his face. Not because he felt sorry for me. Oh no! But because he felt sorry for HER.

“No.” That’s all is said; grabbed my things and left.

My life really is a mess, and although I’d love to swap it with someone else. I won’t, because my life is my life and no matter what it will always stay mine.

It’s like they say…good comes to those who wait.

That’s why I’ve decided. I’m going to take the step. I’m ready. Ready to run…

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