Broken Home

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2. Broken Home: Chapter 1

*Bridget's POV*

"Get down here now!" My dad says grabbing my hair and dragging me downstairs.

He pushes me over to the table where my mother is waiting. I stand there just waiting for someone to either talk. I rather just get another beating than talk.

"Why haven't you been answering me?" My dad talks.

"I never heard you screaming for me. I'm sorry." I say looking at him.

He slaps me hard and yells 'no you're not.'

"Calvin stop it." My mother says taking another puff of her cigarette. 

"No, she needs to listen to us." My father says getting angry with her.

"She is listening to us. You don't need to hit her."

"I can hit her if I want too." My dad says taking a drink of his beer.

"No, you can not our child."

"You mean our mistake child? Yes, I can." I froze right there. Was I a mistake child?

"Calvin."

"I'm a mistake?" I say with tears in my eyes.

"Yes, you dumb fuck. I didn't want to have you but you're fucked up mother didn't want to get an abortion."

"Don't call her that!" I yell before getting punched in the face.

I fall backwards holding my eye.

"Get out of my fuckin house." My dad yells at me.

 I grab my light coat because that is all I have for a coat. I put on my converse that was falling apart. 

I guess I was not moving fast enough because my dad grabbed the back of my coat and threw me outside. It was really cold outside today. I'm just glad that it was not Winter yet. I'm glad that it is Summer. I walk down the sidewalk to the park. The wind today made it cold today. 

Once I finally got to the park I sat down on the swings. It was kinda late at night. I think it was like 7:30. I sat down and just have thoughts. Everything goes through my head of what all just happens. When I get kicked out I wish I could run away. Running away has always been a dream of mine. I just want to report my parents. They may seem nice but they are not. They both are really horrible people. I guess I was so into a thought that when I came back to reality there was a man standing there.

"Are you okay?" He asked bending down so he was face-to-face with me.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Why?" I ask.

"Your crying," He says wiping away my tears. 

I didn't even know I was crying. I was so worried about my broken home I didn't even notice anything that I was doing.

"What's wrong?" He asked sitting down looking at me.

I look at him and study his features. His bright green eyes, with curly brown hair. He was kinda cute. 

"Nothing. I will be fine." I say looking him in his eyes.

"You can trust me." He says putting his hand on mine.

"But I don't know you."

"Well, let's get to know each other then. How about we meet here tomorrow say 6?" He says.

"Sure."

"Here is my number so you......" He says before I cut him off.

"I don't have a phone."

"What? How about a home phone?"

"Nope."

"You don't have any way to call me?"

"No. My family is poor. We don't have enough money for anything like that. Look at my shoes. They are ripping. I can't get new ones." I say showing my ripped converse.

"Awe. I'm sorry love. You promise to meet here at 6?"

"I can try."

"Please?" He says with this adorable face.

"I can't make any promises."

"Well, I hope that I can see you tomorrow. Can I walk you home?" He asked standing up.

"I'm not going home." I say looking away from the boy.

"Why not?" 

"I don't ever want to go back."

"If you're not ready to tell me then that is fine but it is freezing out here. Do you want to come over to my house? It's warmer."

"I don't want to intrude or anything."

"You won't come on. It will be okay." He says grabbing my hand and helping me up.

We start to walk down the sidewalk away from my house. I'm just glad he lives away from my house.

"So what is your name?" He asks.

"Bridget."

"What's your last name?"

"Knight. Bridget Knight. How about you?"

"Harry Styles."

"Nice to meet you."

"You too. My house is this gray one right here." He sayings walking up some stairs.

I slowly follow him up the stairs while looking around at how pretty the yard, the follows, and how nice everything looked. The flowers were so nice and beautiful. I looked back up at the boy and he was standing there smiling at me.

"Sorry." I say walking up to him.

"You're okay. Have you never seen anything so beautiful?" He asked looking and touching a flower.

"Actually, I haven't."

"You haven't?" He says looking at me.

"No, we don't have a yard. Everything looks horrible and the house looks bad too. It's all old and everything."

"Wait Knight. Now the name rings a bell. Your parents are mean people aren't they." He says he says coming closer to me.

"Yeah, they are horrible people." I say looking back at the flowers.

"Well, I can promise you that you will be safe here. You won't be harmed." He says grabbing my hand.

"Thanks, Harry. I just want to be loved and feel safe for once."

"Well, you will get that here." He says with a cute smile.

He opens up the door and pulls me in. Once we both get into the house he shuts the door. I start taking my shoes off and leave them by the door.

"You don't have to do that." He says with a small smile.

"Oh, well if you didn't do it then you would get beat at my house." I say leaving my shoes.

"Come on. My mother is in here and she would love to have you here." Harry says grabbing my hand again.

He pulls me threw the living room and in a hallway. He then drags me into a huge room. In there was a bed, dresser, TV, a closet, and much more. I look around and see how adorable the room looks. Then I see a lady come from the closet and sits on the bed.

"Hey, mum." Harry says going over to the lady and hugs her.

After they hug the lady turns and looks at me. I watch as she studies me.

"Harry, who is this?" She ask walking over to me with a smile.

"Her name is Bridget Knight."

"Knight. Knight. Where have I heard that name before?" She says.

I just stand there worried. What is she kicks me out because she might think I'm a bad person like my parents.

"Her parents are those people down the street with the old house and they are really rude." Harry says.

"Oh, now I know you. Did they hurt you?" She asks looking at me.

"No." I say looking down.

"Sweetie, if you need to talk I'm always here. We are always here. You are always free to come and stay with us." She says putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Really?" I say with a smile.

"Yes. Anytime of the day, middle of the night, it does not matter. We will take you in." She says hugging me.

I hug her back and relax. Her hugging me really shows how much they love me and they are just taking me in. This family is great.

"Are you hungry?" She asks looking at me.

"I'm fine." I say looking at Harry.

"She is starving," Harry says.

I look over at him with a mad face. I don't want them to feed me. They have already done enough by letting me come over when I need too. They don't have to do this.

"Have they feed you?"

"I'm not hungry. You don't have to feed me. You guys are already letting me stay here and be able to come here if I need too. That is already enough. Please, I don't need anymore." I say looking at Harry's mum.

"Come with me. Everyone needs something to eat once in a while and I can tell you are very hungry. Girl, you are way too skinny anyways. Come and eat something and get some meat on those bones." She says with a smile while she walks me to the kitchen.

I giggle at her comment. I love these people already.

"You and Harry can sit over there and I will bake something quick for you." She says with a smile.

Harry and I go over to the dining room table and sit down. It was 6 piece set table. I slowly dragged my fingers across the beautiful and clean brown table. I looked up and saw that Harry had pulled a chair out of me. I smiled at him before sitting down. He sat down next to me.

"Your mother is way to sweet." I say to Harry.

"She is a great lady. I love her so much." Harry says looking over at his mother.

"I would too if I had a mother like her. Where is your father?" I ask looking around.

"Oh, he left us a long time ago so now it is just my mother and my sister." He says.

"Sister?"

"Yeah., I have a older sister named Gemma. She doesn't live here because she goes to college." He says watching me.

"Oh, I see now. That makes sense." I say looking over at Harry's mum.

I watch as she goes around the kitchen fix up something quick. 

"What is your mother's name?" I ask looking back at Harry.

"Anne."

"That's pretty." I say with a small smile before looking down at my hands.

I look at the bruises on my hands. I have a lot to hide. The bruises and the cutting.

"You okay?" Harry says putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Why do you guys have to be so nice to me? You know you could of just left me at the park. You could of continued to walk passed me and not say a word. But you stopped and helped me out. Why?" I say continuing to look at my hands. 

"I stopped because you were upset. I wanted to help you. You looked like someone I could trust. You know what. I am glad that I stopped and talked to you because I like you. You are a great person. I don't want you to get hurt no more. I wanted to take you into our family. Please don't push us away Bridget. Please." He says.

I could tell he was getting upset. His voice was getting softer and he was shaky. 

I look over at him and see him rub his hand through his hair. I felt bad but I just wanted to know. I grab his left wrist and pull it around me. I grabbed his waist and hugged him. I placed my head on his shoulder. I felt him move before wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm glad you stopped to help me too." I say.

"Me too." He says back.

I smile before pulling away. I look to my left and see Anne coming over with three plates. She places them down and I wasn't sure what it was. It looked like bread and cheese. Maybe something in the middle. Then it looked like tomato soup but I wasn't sure because I have never had this before. I barely have had anything to eat. 

"Eat up." She says while going and getting two more plates. It was her plate and another plate of more bread and cheese.

I sit there just staring at the food in front of me. What is this stuff. It smells really good but do I eat it. If I don't then they just wasted food. Also I don't want to make them mad for me not eating their food.

I just sat there and continued to stare at the food.

"Are you going to eat?" Harry says looking at me.

"What is it?" I say looking at him.

"It's Grilled Cheese. What did you eat there?"

"An Apple, toast. sometimes if I'm lucky I would get mac and cheese but that is really all I got. We don't have a lot of money so we can't have a lot of food."

"Really? That is all they gave you?"

"Well, that and I never wanted to eat." I say looking down.

"Why?" He continues to ask.

"Harry. Please stop asking her questions. Let her eat." Anne says in a nice way.

I smile at both of them as I reach down and grab the so called grilled cheese thing. I placed it into my mouth. It was a hot but a sweet taste in my mouth. I can't believe how amazing it was. I continued to eat as we all stayed silence. 

Once we were done we put the rest away! I only ate two because they don't have to feed me or anything. But, it was nice of them to take me in and let me stay here.

Once we were done Harry pulled me into a room. I looked around at the design. It was really cool looking. When you walk in you see a couch to your right. Then to the left there was like a little basketball place. Then it was a bed under a little hide out thing. Then a open space on top of the thing. It was really cool looking. *Picture Below*

I stand there at the door watching as he goes and picks out different clothes for night time. He turns around and smiles at me before turning back around. I look at him weird before turning away. I continue to look around the room. I then notice Harry coming over to me with clothes.

"Here. You can wear this if you like." He says hold a shirt with sweats.

"I can sleep in this. Thanks." I say.

He nodded his head in a understanding way. He grabs my hand and pulls me into his room.

"You can have my bed." Harry says.

"No, I can't take your bed. I can sleep on the floor or even in the living room on the couch." I say.

"No. I'm not letting MY guest sleep somewhere uncomfortable." He says standing in front of me.

"Fine. You're so mean though."

"Oh, I'm so mean that I make you sleep on a bed." He says with a smile.

I roll my eyes and go over to the huge bed. I slowly place my hand on the bed and drag it across the bed. I never have had a bed. I slept on the floor most of the time. Anyways, I slowly climb into the soft and comfy bed. I sat down and watched Harry as he climbed up the ladder going above me. I climb under the warm covers. Harry turned the lights off and before I could drift to sleep I could hear Harry say 'Goodnight my love' and that was the last thing I hear before drifting off.

 

 

*Harry's Bedroom.... The bed is a little bit bigger*

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