A Beautiful Affair
Chapter 8
Chapter 8:
Juliet’s POV
I sat with my back against the headboard, “Well what do you purpose we do about it?”
Paris rubbed her eyes, “I… I don’t really…”
Paris was interrupted by a soft knock on our door and a sweet voice. “Girls, it’s time to get up.”
I threw the covers off my body and ran to the door before Karen had time to walk in. I opened it and pretended to yawn and rub my eyes, “Morning Karen.” I smiled in her direction.
“Hey sweetie! Here’s some old clothes of mine you girls can change into.” She handed me a pile of neatly folded clothes, “you girls get ready, and there’s a guest bathroom in there with a shower and extra toothbrushes and such.”
Before she turned and left she said one more thing, “Oh! And remember Harry will take you and Paris to your house after school to get clothes.” She placed her hands on my shoulders and moved to kiss my forehead, “I’ll be calling someone about your father.” And with that she left and I shut the door behind her.
I looked at the window on the wall and saw the sun was rising, guess Paris and I stayed up all night discussing Karen and Harry.
“I think we should let them figure it out on their own… I mean we really have no right to invest in their personal life when we have only known them for about two days.” Paris stood up from the bed and grabbed the pile of clothes from my hands and set them on the bed.
I guess she was right… I mean, I’ve only known Karen for a day and Harry or ‘Mr. Styles’ for like three. Even though I feel like I’ve known them both forever… I really haven’t.
“Here,” Paris threw a pair of jeans and a shirt in my direction and I caught them. “Let’s go to school and just get the day over with, there’s to much happening in out lives to be worrying about other Jules.” She walked up to me and placed her dainty hands on my cheeks squeezing them together. “You worry about the others more than yourself,” she let go of my cheeks and pulled me into a hug, which I gladly returned. Paris is right, like she always is.
**
I watched as the trees passed around me and I heard the faint sound of Coldplay on the radio. I sat in Harry’s car with Paris in the back and Harry driving, as we were on our way to my house. Today went by painfully slow, all my classed dragged on, and if it wasn’t hard enough with all the stress of my personal life, not I have all the stress of holding the secrets of Harry and Karen’s non-love.
I rejected all the populars today, which resulted in a powerful bitch fight if you ask me. Emma fucking slapped me, and just when I was finally about to come undone and let loose a bit and bitch slap the whore back, Mr. Fucking Styles, yanked me away.
I mean… he is the one who told me to not let myself get pushed around like that right? And now he’s like “Fighting is not worth it…” blah blah blah. I’m pretty pissed and the sexy British god sitting next to me right now… wait did I just…? Yup, I did.
God, he’s fucking 24, why can’t he just be wrinkly and stick so I won’t be attracted to him! The pressures of a British teen I tell yea. I was drawn out of my thoughts as we pulled into the driveway of my house. I saw my dad’s car parked by the garage and instantly my heart dropped. What if he thinks we abandoned him? What if he thinks were dead? What if he did something drastic?
“Listen.” Harry turned to me and put on a serious expression. “I’m going to go talk to your dad for a second…alone. Then when everything is sorted out, I’ll come get you two. Alright?”
I snorted, “He’s my dad…” I watched as Harry’s grip on the steering wheel tightened and his jaw clenched slightly as he drew a breath from his nostrils.
“He's also the one who beat the shit out of you.” My jaw dropped at his words and he opened his door. “Stay.” He commanded before slamming his door and walking off towards our front door.
He might be a sexy ass British fucking piece of shit ass, but he gets the hell on my nerves.
**
I bit my lip and scrunched my eyebrows as I leaned forward inn my seat waiting anxiously for someone to answer the door.
“Jules it’s…” I silenced my sister in the backseat by ‘shushing’ her.
Finally I saw my front door open and my tired looking father stepped out. He looked like he’d been crying, he looked worn out and weak. I saw Harry say a few things and my father replied with simple nods and frowns. Harry ran a finger through his curls before stuffing his hands in his pockets and talking again; the look on my dad’s face made my heart shatter and my stomach drop.
He shook his head and placed his palms on his forehead, then started to repeatedly hit himself with them. the tears streamed down his face and Harry grabbed his hands in order to stop my dad from hitting himself, but my dad didn’t stop, only hit himself harder.
“No…” I whispered as my voice cracked.
“Juliet, wait!” Paris called, but I didn’t acknowledge her as I yanked the car door handle open and jumped from my seat running full speed up the path to my dad.
“Dad!” I yelled, his head shop up and so did Harry’s.
“Jules,” his voice was hoarse and scratchy. I ran into his arms as he picked me up and hugged me tight. “I’m so so sorry…I can’t believe I hurt you two,” he whispered into my ear, his hot breath sending a shiver through me.
“It’s not your fault, it was the alcohol,” I whimpered and shoved my face into the crook of my dad’s neck.
“That’s the problem hunny… I’m sure Harry here and his fiancé Karen will take good care of you and Paris for a little while, while I get my priorities straight.”
My head shot up from his neck, “But… you just gonna… but,” I felt myself being peeled from his body.
“I’m not safe.”
“But dad!” I yelled while Harry pulled me into his arms and started yanking me away from my dad and back to his car.
“I’m sorry sweetie.”
I fought back, but Harry picked me up and swung me over his shoulder as I pounded into his back. “What about what you said when mum died, huh?! That you’d never let any of us get separated! That you were always going to keep us by your side! That we’d always be a family!”
“I ruined it, I let Ronan and your mother die. I guess I’m just not safe.”
“That’s not true! It wasn’t your fault they died!”
He shook his head as I continued fighting Harry, “I guess, but I wont let it be my fault when I end up killing one of you.”
And with that he shut our front door. To my house. My home. The place I grew up. The place I called home. I stopped fighting Harry as he placed me in the car. That used to be a home. Full of happiness, laughter, joy, a loving family. Now it’s just somewhere I spent my miserable life living. Goodbye “home”.
**
“How could you?” I slammed my hand on the dashboard of Harry’s car as we sped down the open road.
“Jules…” Paris laid her hand on my shoulder trying to calm me, but I was beyond calm.
I shrugged her hand off. “No don’t ‘Jules’ me! How could you? Huh! Just take me away from my dad? You know what happened to me freshman year! Jesus fucking Christ, Paris doesn’t know!” I took a deep breath, but not even that calmed my temper.
“You know I lost my fucking mother, my fucking brother, all my fucking friends, and my fucking dignity! Now my fucking father? Who the fuck next are you going to take away fucking Paris too?” I watched as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.
“Stop cussing.” He mumbled through gritted teeth.
“I will not stop fucking cussing because it fucking emphasized my fucking point!” By now we were already pulled into his driveway.
“Jesus Juliet!” He slammed his hands on the steering wheel and turned to face me. “You think it’s my fault someone fucking raped you freshman year? Do you think it’s my fault your mother and brother died? Do you fucking think it’s my fault that your fucking father single handling just fucking gave you up? Cause I hate to break it to you Juliet, but none of this shit is caused by me!”
I rolled my eyes and heard a door slam and I saw Paris out of the corner of my eye run to the front door, probably trying to find Karen.
“You’re a fucking asshole!”
He shook his mess of curly hair out and sighed as he opened his car door and stepped out, but bent down to say one last thing to me, “Yeah, but I’m the only asshole who gives a shit about you,” and with that he shut the car door and left.
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Juliet’s POV
I sat with my back against the headboard, “Well what do you purpose we do about it?”
Paris rubbed her eyes, “I… I don’t really…”
Paris was interrupted by a soft knock on our door and a sweet voice. “Girls, it’s time to get up.”
I threw the covers off my body and ran to the door before Karen had time to walk in. I opened it and pretended to yawn and rub my eyes, “Morning Karen.” I smiled in her direction.
“Hey sweetie! Here’s some old clothes of mine you girls can change into.” She handed me a pile of neatly folded clothes, “you girls get ready, and there’s a guest bathroom in there with a shower and extra toothbrushes and such.”
Before she turned and left she said one more thing, “Oh! And remember Harry will take you and Paris to your house after school to get clothes.” She placed her hands on my shoulders and moved to kiss my forehead, “I’ll be calling someone about your father.” And with that she left and I shut the door behind her.
I looked at the window on the wall and saw the sun was rising, guess Paris and I stayed up all night discussing Karen and Harry.
“I think we should let them figure it out on their own… I mean we really have no right to invest in their personal life when we have only known them for about two days.” Paris stood up from the bed and grabbed the pile of clothes from my hands and set them on the bed.
I guess she was right… I mean, I’ve only known Karen for a day and Harry or ‘Mr. Styles’ for like three. Even though I feel like I’ve known them both forever… I really haven’t.
“Here,” Paris threw a pair of jeans and a shirt in my direction and I caught them. “Let’s go to school and just get the day over with, there’s to much happening in out lives to be worrying about other Jules.” She walked up to me and placed her dainty hands on my cheeks squeezing them together. “You worry about the others more than yourself,” she let go of my cheeks and pulled me into a hug, which I gladly returned. Paris is right, like she always is.
**
I watched as the trees passed around me and I heard the faint sound of Coldplay on the radio. I sat in Harry’s car with Paris in the back and Harry driving, as we were on our way to my house. Today went by painfully slow, all my classed dragged on, and if it wasn’t hard enough with all the stress of my personal life, not I have all the stress of holding the secrets of Harry and Karen’s non-love.
I rejected all the populars today, which resulted in a powerful bitch fight if you ask me. Emma fucking slapped me, and just when I was finally about to come undone and let loose a bit and bitch slap the whore back, Mr. Fucking Styles, yanked me away.
I mean… he is the one who told me to not let myself get pushed around like that right? And now he’s like “Fighting is not worth it…” blah blah blah. I’m pretty pissed and the sexy British god sitting next to me right now… wait did I just…? Yup, I did.
God, he’s fucking 24, why can’t he just be wrinkly and stick so I won’t be attracted to him! The pressures of a British teen I tell yea. I was drawn out of my thoughts as we pulled into the driveway of my house. I saw my dad’s car parked by the garage and instantly my heart dropped. What if he thinks we abandoned him? What if he thinks were dead? What if he did something drastic?
“Listen.” Harry turned to me and put on a serious expression. “I’m going to go talk to your dad for a second…alone. Then when everything is sorted out, I’ll come get you two. Alright?”
I snorted, “He’s my dad…” I watched as Harry’s grip on the steering wheel tightened and his jaw clenched slightly as he drew a breath from his nostrils.
“He's also the one who beat the shit out of you.” My jaw dropped at his words and he opened his door. “Stay.” He commanded before slamming his door and walking off towards our front door.
He might be a sexy ass British fucking piece of shit ass, but he gets the hell on my nerves.
**
I bit my lip and scrunched my eyebrows as I leaned forward inn my seat waiting anxiously for someone to answer the door.
“Jules it’s…” I silenced my sister in the backseat by ‘shushing’ her.
Finally I saw my front door open and my tired looking father stepped out. He looked like he’d been crying, he looked worn out and weak. I saw Harry say a few things and my father replied with simple nods and frowns. Harry ran a finger through his curls before stuffing his hands in his pockets and talking again; the look on my dad’s face made my heart shatter and my stomach drop.
He shook his head and placed his palms on his forehead, then started to repeatedly hit himself with them. the tears streamed down his face and Harry grabbed his hands in order to stop my dad from hitting himself, but my dad didn’t stop, only hit himself harder.
“No…” I whispered as my voice cracked.
“Juliet, wait!” Paris called, but I didn’t acknowledge her as I yanked the car door handle open and jumped from my seat running full speed up the path to my dad.
“Dad!” I yelled, his head shop up and so did Harry’s.
“Jules,” his voice was hoarse and scratchy. I ran into his arms as he picked me up and hugged me tight. “I’m so so sorry…I can’t believe I hurt you two,” he whispered into my ear, his hot breath sending a shiver through me.
“It’s not your fault, it was the alcohol,” I whimpered and shoved my face into the crook of my dad’s neck.
“That’s the problem hunny… I’m sure Harry here and his fiancé Karen will take good care of you and Paris for a little while, while I get my priorities straight.”
My head shot up from his neck, “But… you just gonna… but,” I felt myself being peeled from his body.
“I’m not safe.”
“But dad!” I yelled while Harry pulled me into his arms and started yanking me away from my dad and back to his car.
“I’m sorry sweetie.”
I fought back, but Harry picked me up and swung me over his shoulder as I pounded into his back. “What about what you said when mum died, huh?! That you’d never let any of us get separated! That you were always going to keep us by your side! That we’d always be a family!”
“I ruined it, I let Ronan and your mother die. I guess I’m just not safe.”
“That’s not true! It wasn’t your fault they died!”
He shook his head as I continued fighting Harry, “I guess, but I wont let it be my fault when I end up killing one of you.”
And with that he shut our front door. To my house. My home. The place I grew up. The place I called home. I stopped fighting Harry as he placed me in the car. That used to be a home. Full of happiness, laughter, joy, a loving family. Now it’s just somewhere I spent my miserable life living. Goodbye “home”.
**
“How could you?” I slammed my hand on the dashboard of Harry’s car as we sped down the open road.
“Jules…” Paris laid her hand on my shoulder trying to calm me, but I was beyond calm.
I shrugged her hand off. “No don’t ‘Jules’ me! How could you? Huh! Just take me away from my dad? You know what happened to me freshman year! Jesus fucking Christ, Paris doesn’t know!” I took a deep breath, but not even that calmed my temper.
“You know I lost my fucking mother, my fucking brother, all my fucking friends, and my fucking dignity! Now my fucking father? Who the fuck next are you going to take away fucking Paris too?” I watched as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.
“Stop cussing.” He mumbled through gritted teeth.
“I will not stop fucking cussing because it fucking emphasized my fucking point!” By now we were already pulled into his driveway.
“Jesus Juliet!” He slammed his hands on the steering wheel and turned to face me. “You think it’s my fault someone fucking raped you freshman year? Do you think it’s my fault your mother and brother died? Do you fucking think it’s my fault that your fucking father single handling just fucking gave you up? Cause I hate to break it to you Juliet, but none of this shit is caused by me!”
I rolled my eyes and heard a door slam and I saw Paris out of the corner of my eye run to the front door, probably trying to find Karen.
“You’re a fucking asshole!”
He shook his mess of curly hair out and sighed as he opened his car door and stepped out, but bent down to say one last thing to me, “Yeah, but I’m the only asshole who gives a shit about you,” and with that he shut the car door and left.
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8/31/13