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Holly, Harrison and Tom have been inseparable since they were kids. Tom and Holly lived just across the street while Harrison lived the next block down.

Holly has a backstory of abuse although she refuses to admit it. She'll appear at gatherings with new found bruises whether that be from "tripping" or genuinely hurting herself they never know. Well Tom and Harrison somewhat know. She's mentioned things to them in the past which has striked concern but there was never enough proof for them to do anything about it.

Holly's POV:

As i walked back across the street from Toms house which i had been at all day with Harrison panic struck me: i don't think i told my dad where i was going. I waved bye, quickly ushering myself across the street.

My father greeted me with the palm of his hand as i kicked the door shut with the heel of my foot.
"was it not important for you to tell me where you were going" he asked the tone of anger in his voice rising by the second.
"i-i'm sorry, i completely forgot" i stammered trying to find the words hoping his fist wouldn't meet my face again.
"You need to tell me , you can't just expect me to sit around and worry all day"
i mentally roll my eyes, what BS. Worry?! i would never expect that from him.
"i-I'm sorry i.. i won't do it again" i stutter trying to find the right words that won't come across as cheeky or arrogant.

My father walked away going to sit down on the couch as i hurry into my room, holding my face in which the sting of the first hit was still tingling. i quietly lock the door gaining myself some privacy.

I open my phone seeing two new messages in Tom, Haz and I's group chat.


Harry, Ron and Hermione

Tom: Hey guyssss, so i know yous just left but movie night tonight? Haz's place

Haz: Yeah i'm down, love how you just assumed we could have it at mine

Tom: always

Me: Honestly that sounds great but i can't tonight.


Tom: What whyyyyy?  You know it's not the same without my favorite Div!

Haz: No offense taken there Tom! But yeah why?

Me: ahaha Harrison why are you offended he literally called me a div!

Me: because i forgot to tell my dad where i was going today and you know how he is

Tom: ughhhhh bro i don't see why he's like thissss. I'm sure he was the same when he was younger

Haz: sneak out? :)

Me: ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU'D BE AS WELL PLANNING MY FUNERAL


I chuck my phone on my bed unlocking the door before my dad comes back up stairs, i hate how he's like this but i'm used to it at this point.

Right on cue i hear my dad's huge feet trailing up the stairs. I jump back into bed grabbing the  book i'm currently reading flipping it to the right page. He barges into my room almost knocking the door off of its hinges. i look up at him realizing he is yet again, drunk. i roll my eyes knowing i have to stay out of his way tonight or the consequences will be worse than earlier on today. I focus my attention back onto the book trying to block out his drunken murmurs.

"I'm talkinggg" he slurs
"right sorry" i say carefully sitting down my book
"This more important than me?!" he asks gesturing towards the book
"N-no" i say quickly knowing if i have even a moments hesitation the outcome will not be pretty.

He staggers towards me and i close my eyes immediately expecting to have his fist reconnecting with my face. Much to my surprise that doesn't happen he instead reaches towards the book. I knew exactly what was coming so i just let it happen; knowing i'd rather it be my book than me who pays the price of my fathers drunkenness. He rips the book to pieces all of the words being lost among each other on my newly cleaned carpet.

He starts to walk out but then backtracks which catches me off guard. He inches closer to me and for a split second i think he's going to help me but those positive thought are lost as he punches me hard, resulting on me falling down completely on the floor. He kicks me a couple of times before walking out again a smug look on his face.

A single tear rolls down my face; the first of many tonight. As i just lay there on the ground. Hoping tomorrow will be different but knowing too well that it won't.

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