My Bully

"Please stop daddy!" Tears were rushing down my face and soon I felt a slam against my face, I was on the floor. I felt a kick to my head and then I felt nothing. Your going to live with the Styles for a while. I'd rather hang around at home and get beaten by my father than live with my bully, Harry Styles.


11. Nothing

About five minutes after my father left, Harry walked into my room. He stood in the doorway. I had my head buried in my lap.
Harry:" Angela? what's wrong?"
Me:" Nothing Harry im fine"
I got off the floor and went to the kitchen not wanting to make up an excuse to Harry. I didnt know what to do. Anne and Gemma arent supposed to be back for another couple of weeks, so Harry is the only person here with me. I didnt want to tell him though. I sat down on the couch and went to sleep.
*Harry's POV*
I didnt  know what was up with Angela. It made me mad that she wont talk to me about anything. I went to my room and put on black skinny jeans, and my plaid shirt. I walked downstairs to tell Angela that i was going out but she was sleeping so i just left.
I got in my car and turned the radio up. I needed to get away from Angela. She is messing with my mind. I start to think i like her then she acts like a bitch. I cant stop thinking about her, which is exactly why i left. I wanna go out, get drunk and not remember anything. I just wanna be young tonight and forget the real world.
I pulled up to a club and  as soon as i entered the club i felt the alchol, the music, the people, i felt it all pulsing through me. Theres always so much excitement in places like these. I grabbed some blonde girl and started dancing. Eventually we both got tired and decided to leave. We walked back to her house, both of us being to drunk to drive. I had no intentions of going home anytime soon. The blonde girl whose name was Vanessa led me into her house and to her bedroom..
*Angelas POV*
I woke up to the banging on the front door. It was 2am so i wasnt fully aware that it could be my father at the door. Until i opened it. 
As soon as the door was opened my father grabbed my neck, he pushed me until i brutally hit the wall, knocking into and breaking a mirror that was hanging. My father was inches away from my face. He was saying something, but i couldnt understand what. I could smell alcohol in his breath, and he was slurring all his words making it impossible for me to comprehend him. I had my eyes tightly shut, to afraid to look at him. Another mistake i shouldve learned from years ago. If my father is speaking to me. Look at him. My father raised his hand high and brought it back down onto my cheek with all his force. When i started to cry, at the stinging sensation in my cheek my father put his hand on my thigh. Moving it up and down bringing it closer to my hips everytime. He brought his hand down to my knee. Paused then slowly brought it back up. touching every part of me on the way. Until he reached my neck. His big bloody hand wrapped around my neck, tighter, tighter. I dropped to the floor. My eyes were sealed shut. I didnt want to look at his face. I felt punches and kicks, then i felt nothing... 

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