Daddy

Yes, this is the SECOND LAST chapter, meaning the next chapter i upload is going to be THE LAST ONE EVER.this chapter.. oh god, i feel so bad for uploading it.. but, it has to be done.goodluck reading it, it's pretty... it's pretty full-on.i have to go to school now.I LOVE YOU ALL!(VOMMENT!!!)___________________________________________________scratch at the bedsheets.

Clearly loosing my mind.

I was sane enough to know that I wasn’t sane.

And I was sane enough to know that that didn’t make any sense.

The boys kept switching shifts at ‘watching Jaycee’, and it really made me feel like a zoo animal.

“how you feeling?” Harry asks from the door.

“Like a caged animal”

“please, Jaycee, it’s been a week since the train incident, can you please just-“

“I don’t want to get better”

“Jay-“

“because if I get better, I’ll feel more pain”

“that doesn’t-“

“it does make sense”

“please… Jaycee, can you just please try and get better, for me?”

“when are you guys leaving?”

“that’s none of your concern honey”

“WHEN are you guys leaving?!”

“a week.” He says, and I bite my lip.

“not long enough”

“we were here for two months… originally, it was s’post to be a week”

“well, whats going to happen with me?, where am I going to go?” I say urgently, and close my eyes.

Harry is silent for a long while before lifting me off the pillow and sitting me up.

“live with us” he says, and his eyes scan mine for some sort of approval.

I shake my head

“I can’t do that…”

“yes you can… you’re 18, you can do whatever you want”

“I can’t just move… to England with One Direction, Harry”

“Yes you can”

“NO I can’t”

“Yes. You. CAN”

before I could protest another ‘No’ the rest of the boys appear in the doorway. “Whats going on?” Zayn asks, looking at me.

I need to do something about that boy. Things with him and me need to be sorted out, urgently.

“I was just telling Jaycee that she can come and live with us-“

“Which I think is a bad idea” I interject

it’s silent for about… ten seconds before Niall breaks it.

“…actually, I think it’s a perfect idea”

the rest of the boys smile so brilliantly I think I’m about to loose all sight in my eyes.

“Okay… you guys are seeming to forget that I’m in a fragile state, I don’t think moving in is-“

there was about three knocks coming from the door, and I furrow my brows

who the hell-

“JAYCEE!” they yell from the door, and I feel my breath catch in my throat.

“I’ll get it!” Liam says, and turns to run downstairs

“NO STOP, LIAM!” I yell to him, and he turns back around to face me.

“What? Who is it?”

I shake my head, and begin mumbiling to myself.

No matter how many times I’ve tried to get that voice out of my head, it still haunts me to this day…

I’ve tried so hard to get rid of it, to just rip it out of my head and throw it off a cliff.

But there it was, knocking on my front door.

“Jaycee!, who is it?!” Harry harshly whispers, and I grasp at my ears, holding my breath.

“Its…” I start, but stop myself, I can’t…

“Jaycee?” Harry pulls me into him, and I bury my face in his warm chest, inhaling his musky scent.

“It’s.. my dad”.

I am ripped from Harry’s chest, and I look up only to see Harry storm out of the room and downstairs, I scramble off the bed and run for his angry pacing body. Once I grappled his wrist, I turned him to face me.

“Don’t-“

“This guy- this PRICK, ruined your life Jaycee- I’m not going to pass up an opportunity to punch him square in the face!”

“THAT’S IF HE DOESN’T KILL YOU FIRST” I harshly whisper, only to be interrupted by more knocking.

“Jaycee!, I heard about your mother!” he yells from the door. And I almost vomit.

“... you’re coming to live with me!” he continues.

I shift under Harrys arms, and almost collapse. This was all too much.

Harry stops his angry puffs and turns to me, he holds my face in his hands, and whispers in my ear; “..he’s not taking you anywhere” before kissing me once on the cheek.

The rest of the boys appear in the hallway, and I take an unsteady breath in.

“Just don’t answer it” I say, backing myself into a wall, and sliding down it.

“…whatever you do don’t open that-“

there was a loud ‘CRASH’ and then a continuous stomping of angry feet.

I feel numerous pairs of hands grapple at my arms and pull me down the hallway and into my room.

Once in the safety of my four walls, I turn around and count the boys.

1

2

3

4

only four.

Where was-

“HARRY!” I scream and claw myself over to the door, but I was being restricted by the rest of them

“LET ME GO!” I struggle against them “HE’LL KILL HIM!” I scream.

Everything goes silent. And I hear my father downstairs, in the laundry.

“Jaycee?” I hear a whisper from the opposite side of the door

“Harry?” I whisper back

“…he’s gonna kill you” I say, running my hand down the mahogany

“he wont kill me Jaycee, don’t think that, he just needs a stern talking to, is all”

I feel a tear trickle down my face.

My father was imprisoned for murder.

he’s going to kill him.

“JAYCEE DAVIDSON!!” Dad yells from the bottom of the stairs. And I know that by now, he’s spotted Harry.

“I know you-“ dad mumbles “You’re that boy from that boyband whos dating my daughter”

oh.. god, word vomit-

“I am NOT your daughter!” I yell from the opposite side of the door, triggering dads anger nerve.

“YOU, Jaycee, got me put in JAIL!” he yells

“YOU deserved to be in there!” Harry interjects, and I hear a loud ‘UNF’ before a toe-curling body like ‘thump’.

“NO!, HARRY!” I scream, and turn back to the boys, their faces… indescribable.

I scramble for the door handle and swing it open, only to see him.

His face, cleanly shaven. A white tank top and sweat pants loosly hanging off his body.

The smell of Gin and Whiskey burned the back of my nose, and I almost pass out.

All these horrible memories come flooding through me, the nights mum went to work, the nights she’d left me alone in my bedroom with him. All those days he hit me, and slapped me while she wasn’t looking.

All those things he did to me, came rushing back. And I couldn’t contain any of it anymore.

All my life I’d feared this bastard, he ruined things. Once mum found out, she tried to commit, too. and I spend half the year in and out of the E.R rooms. Each time, learning a ‘new way out’ of this world. All because my mother showed me them.

All because of him.

I wanted to do a lot of things in that moment.

I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, kick, punch, stab, throw, hit, hide, disappear, and evaporate.

I looked down at Harry, his limp body clutching the floor.

It all wasn’t worth it, I thought.

No matter what I did now, no matter what happened, it just wasn’t worth the damage it’d cause.

If I hit my father, he’d hit me harder.

But when I looked down at Harry, I never knew how much hatred I could feel towards someone, not just for him knocking Harry down, but for everything he’d ever done.

I never thought or talked about him much, because I CHOSE not to. I CHOSE to forget.  Throughout life you will meet one person, who is unlike any other. You could talk to this person for hours and never, ever get bored, you could tell them things and they wont judge you. this person is your soul mate, your best friend. And you should never let them go.

For me, that was Harry.

And damn it to hell, he was my soulmate.

That’s when I felt the first punch. Straight to the gut.

I arched forward in pain, letting out a solid grunt. And letting my knees hit the ground.

Then another blow came to the back of my head, and my whole body collapsed onto the floor.

I open my eyes to see that my body was an arms length away from Harry’s.

I feel my heart beat faster as he turns his head to face me. my vision begins to blur. But I can still see his face.

He looks me straight in the eyes, those green pools boring into mine like it was the last thing he’ll ever see.

I feel a bolt.

Something inside me yelled; ‘WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!’ and it caused me to wobble myself to my feet, and stand straight in front of my father.

He pulls something out from behind his back, the silver and black metal gun points straight at me.

He wouldn’t do it.

He couldn’t.

I’m his daughter.

There was a shift from behind me, and I notice that Zayn had stepped forward, in front of me.

The gun lightly tapped his chest, but he stood strong.

Right in front of me.

Nobody said anything.

Nobody even moved.

My father turned the gun up to Zayns head, and moved him away at gunpoint, Zayn was sat on my bed.

He didn’t move again.

“I’m not going to shoot you, nor my daughter” he says, and I close my eyes in relief.

But then he clucks his tongue.

“-I’m going to shoot your boyfriend”

I watch helplessly as the gun moves to Harrys limp body, and then listen to the unforgettable ‘gunshot’ sound.

Harrys body jerked up, and then went limp again on the floor.

“NO! HARRY!” I scream, and run over to him.

The shot was on his chest, I was no expert, but It looked close to his heart.

I take my hands and place them on the wound, my hands instantly filling with warm blood.

Harry’s warm blood.

“FUCK” I say, bringing my hands back up to swipe at my stray hairs, leaving a trail of blood across my forehead.

I look back at my father, who was now being beaten by all four of the boys, the gun slid under my bed. And I intended it to stay there.

“J-ay” Harry stutters, and I turn back to him

“Harry, oh god-“ I say, tightening my hands around his wound.

The blood wouldn’t stop pouring.

“I love you” he says

I look up.

“No… don’t you say your goodbyes” I whimper, tears flooding my entire face.

“-don’t you dare” I finish.

“there i-is nothing…else to..say”

I pull myself into his body, resting my head on his shoulder.

He pulls my head up with his hands.

This is not happening.

He is not dying here.________________________________take a second to recover............ now comment.