Still The One
Chapter 52
~ Capri's POV ~
I unlocked the door with my shaky hand, and pushed it open. I closed my eyes and slowly opened them back up. It was the same. My dad hadn't changed. Liquor bottles scattered around the floor, some shattered. His chair dusty, and filled with multiple holes. It wouldn't be long before the government took this away since he's in jail.
"Welcome to my hell hole." I muttered. Harry placed his hand on my back and I turned around to look at them.
"Harry, you've been here before right?" He nodded his head and I sighed. I walked up the stairs and opened my bedroom door. The only thing it contained, was the things I left here. Bed, dresser, and nightstand. That's practically it. A couple of articles of clothing. EEWWW. THERE NOT MINE!!
"This was my bedroom." I explained.
"Looks like you left some stuff behind." Liam said while walking around the room.
"Yeah, those aren't mine..." I said.
"Ew!" He exclaimed and backs aay from the clothes.
"What happened here?" Zayn asked while pointing to a hole in the wall.
"I probably made that. I got angry a lot. A lot." I confessed. I walked out of the room, and over to my dad's room. I opened to show them and quickly shut it.
"That's my dad's room, and we don't need to go in there." I said. Zayn cupped my face with his hands forcing me to look at him.
"Are you okay?" He asked trying to read my face.
"Yeah, I just really hate that room" I responded. He sighed and dropped his hands back to his side.
I walked to the end of the hall and opened up the closet. I pulled down a cardboard box and sat down on the ground with it. I pulled out my brothers old journals and set the in front of me.
"These, are my brother's journals. He filled one out every year, and usually he read his entries to me. He anted to be a writer, and my Dad suggested he keep these to practice. He had lots of girlfriends over the years, and he wrote about every one of them. I used to read these all the time after he died. But I sort of forgot about them. Kate, should be somewhere in here, and it should tell a lot about what happened with him and her." I said. Harry looked at me with a sad expression.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing." He mutterd. He looked back at the book in my hand and placed his head in his hands. Wtf?
I unlocked the door with my shaky hand, and pushed it open. I closed my eyes and slowly opened them back up. It was the same. My dad hadn't changed. Liquor bottles scattered around the floor, some shattered. His chair dusty, and filled with multiple holes. It wouldn't be long before the government took this away since he's in jail.
"Welcome to my hell hole." I muttered. Harry placed his hand on my back and I turned around to look at them.
"Harry, you've been here before right?" He nodded his head and I sighed. I walked up the stairs and opened my bedroom door. The only thing it contained, was the things I left here. Bed, dresser, and nightstand. That's practically it. A couple of articles of clothing. EEWWW. THERE NOT MINE!!
"This was my bedroom." I explained.
"Looks like you left some stuff behind." Liam said while walking around the room.
"Yeah, those aren't mine..." I said.
"Ew!" He exclaimed and backs aay from the clothes.
"What happened here?" Zayn asked while pointing to a hole in the wall.
"I probably made that. I got angry a lot. A lot." I confessed. I walked out of the room, and over to my dad's room. I opened to show them and quickly shut it.
"That's my dad's room, and we don't need to go in there." I said. Zayn cupped my face with his hands forcing me to look at him.
"Are you okay?" He asked trying to read my face.
"Yeah, I just really hate that room" I responded. He sighed and dropped his hands back to his side.
I walked to the end of the hall and opened up the closet. I pulled down a cardboard box and sat down on the ground with it. I pulled out my brothers old journals and set the in front of me.
"These, are my brother's journals. He filled one out every year, and usually he read his entries to me. He anted to be a writer, and my Dad suggested he keep these to practice. He had lots of girlfriends over the years, and he wrote about every one of them. I used to read these all the time after he died. But I sort of forgot about them. Kate, should be somewhere in here, and it should tell a lot about what happened with him and her." I said. Harry looked at me with a sad expression.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing." He mutterd. He looked back at the book in my hand and placed his head in his hands. Wtf?
Notes
Happy Turkey Day!I know now it's short but I'll update tomorrow:))
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