The Bar Owner's Daughter

Clarke Stevenson is the daughter of the owner of the popular bar in London. Ever since she was 16 she would watch a local guy, Harry Styles get drunk and get into bar fights. One night after a violent bar fight Clarke takes care of Harry. They later develop a friendship that know one seems to agree with.


23. Orders are Orders

Clarke's P.O.V

It's been about 2 weeks since the whole incident. I haven't seen Harry since. He's being held in jail till the trial. My mum and dad are still trying to get me to testify.

"Come on girls, let's go out to dinner." Mum opened the door without knocking then closed it. Kennedy and I look at each other. We never go out on family dinners.

"Is mom on crack or some shit like that?" Kennedy looks at me.

"It wouldn't be the first time." I look back at her. We continue to sit on our beds until she comes in again.

"Come on girls, let's go." She says cheerfully.

"Yeah she's on crack." I get out of bed and put on some leggings.

"Why don't you move out?" Kennedy asks while putting on her jean shorts.

"Can't afford a descent place." I say.

"I can help!" She offers. Kennedy probably doesn't have shit.

"Really?" I look at her.

"Yeah, Aunt Anna gave me an allowance. I have like 5,000 pounds!" Kennedy jumps.

"I'll think about." I Walk towards the door.

"We need privacy, that's why I want to move out." She states. We do, dad always comes in the room constantly and mum likes to walk around the room and clean things up.

"Yeah, privacy to change." I say.

"Privacy to be on your phone and not have something over your shoulder." She says.

"Privacy to shower." I say. Now ever since the whole incident dad and mum always come in and open the shower curtain.

"Privacy to have sex." She says causally.

"What?" I ask.

"Hey, I am young. I need a sex life, and I can't have one while I'm trapped in this bar." Kennedy crosses her arms.

"Um, okay?" I say.

"Don't be so shocked Clarke. You knew this would've happened. At least I have gotten my first kiss." She makes fun of me.

"I have." I defend.

"That guy that you met at the lake doesn't count." Kennedy says. I almost forgot about him. I met him at my parent's old lake house.

"Why not?" I ask.

"Because your never gonna see him again!" It's true, we sold our lake house. He was nice though. We hung out a lot.

"But I also kissed Harry." The words slip out of my mouth.

"You what?" Kennedy looks at me.

"I kissed him, at the hospital." I explain. I should've told her earlier. She's probably pissed.

"Why didn't you-"

"Come on girls!" Mum comes in our room. Kennedy looks at me in a angry face and walks out. I follow behind her.

"Everyone in the car." Dad orders. We walk outside in the rain and get in our car. It's more like a giant van. We had it ever since we lived in America. Since we had a big family we needed a big car.

The drive consist of my mum and dad talking and Kennedy and I staying silent. She would overreact to things like this. We go to some random restaurant. When we sit down Kennedy has her arms crossed with a mean look on her face.

"Cheer up Ken." Mum smiles.

"Are you on your period kido?" Dad asks. Kennedy just rolls her eyes.

"Clark what happened?" Mum said in a gentle voice.

"I don't know." I shrug. Kennedy glances at me.

"Maybe we should send her back to America." Dad suggested. Her eyes widen and see looks at dad.

"Don't send me there! Clarence is the one hooking up with Harry!" She screams. Mum and dad looks at me with disappointment on their face. Fucking Kennedy.

"I didn't!" I defend.

"Ken just said you have." Dad crosses his arms. What a childish thing to do.

"No! She's lying! I only kissed him I swear!" I yell.

"Clarke, I thought you raised you better than that." Mum huffs. She's wrong.

"You hardly raised me at all!" The words slip out of my mouth.

"What are you talking about?" Dad asks.

"Sure you gave us food and shelter and all that shit. But you never actually did anything! No sex talks, no period talks, no puberty talks, no anything! You never told us anything! All you did was drag us across the world!" I yell the truth. I found everything out from the internet. I never felt confutable to ask for anything from them. I would secretly get makeup. I would never ask them what certain words meant.

"That Harry is poisoning your mind." Dad slams his fist against the table. "Your not allowed to see him ever. And you will testify against him." He growls. You should never tell your daughter not to see a boy, she'll just want to see him more.

"I will not." I look at him. "I'm leaving." I get up from the table and start to walk away.

I walk back to the bar and go in my room. About an hour later they return. Kennedy comes in the room.

"Sorry." She looks down. She's never one to apologize.

"It's fine." I look away.

"Dad wants to talk to you." She says. I groan and get up. Get leave the room and dad is there sitting at a high top table.

"Come here." He doesn't look at me. The lighting is weak and the bar is empty. I walk over and sit down. "Your going to testify against him Clarke."

"No." I cross my arms.

"Yes you will." Dad faces me. His face is dark and there are bags under his eyes.

"No I won't." I look back at him.

"God damn it doll, so I have to do this?" He says. I have no idea wha he's talking about.

"Do what?" I ask.

Without answering he slaps me hard in the cheek. I fall out of my seat and onto the floor. He comes over and picks me up. Dad slams me against the wall twice, I fall to the floor.

"Stop!" I scream.

He then throws me against the tables and chairs neatly lined up. He picks me up again and punches me in the jaw and then in the eye.

"You will testify against Harry." Dad says them drops me to the floor. "Clean up this mess, doll."

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