Young Minds, Young Love

Avery's P.O.V

Mr Mathew has been going over this assignment the whole lesson; I hope that Harry is paying so he knows what to do. As soon as the bell goes I am out of that classroom, I walk through the corridors past the students and out the front doors of the school. I wait for another five minutes and there is still no sign of Harry, I was told to meet him here again today so we are able to get started on our assignment seeming as our last 'session' didn't go so well.

"Avery?" I look to my left and see the one person I never thought I would see at school, I turn around not wanting to have to look at him.

"Avery, look at me." I don't turn around, that is until he grabs my arm and tugs me around to face him. I still don’t look at him though; I keep my head down not wanting this confrontation.

"I just want to talk to you." His index finger goes under my chin lifting it up to face him; I'm caught looking into those same eyes I used to look into when I was younger. I never imagined meeting him after eight years would be so casual; nothing much about him has changed. His voice is still deep and stern like it used to be, his dark hair still dark with a few silver hairs shining through. I can tell that he's been doing well for himself by the suit he's wearing; his skin has gained some colour and is frame is more built than before.

"If I wanted to talk to you than I would have answered your texts." He looks down and lets go of my chin, I look away again not wanting to be here in this situation.

"I wanted to see you, and I won't have my daughter ignoring me." His voice is rising slightly and his aggravation towards me is growing.

How could he say something like that? 'I won’t have my daughter ignoring me.' He is the one who has been completely ignorant to the fact that he has a child that he practically abandoned! Yes I have been ignoring him but there was a purpose behind my actions, I'm not ready to talk to him about this.

"You won't have your daughter ignoring you?! You’re kidding me right? What the hell have you been doing for the past eight years of my life?!" How can he say things like this?

"I know what I did was wrong but I'm here now and that's all that matters!" His grip on my arm is getting tighter but I don't give in.

"I don't want to do this now Dan I-"

"DAN...WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO DAD? THAT'S WHO I AM TO YOU, YOUR DAD NOT DAN!"

"BEING A DAD ACTUALLY EMPLIES THAT YOU ARE THERE FOR YOUR CHILD WHEN THEY NEED YOU! THAT YOU DON'T GO RUNNING OFF, THAT YOU STAY AND DO ALL THE THINGS THAT ANY FATHER WHO LOVES HIS CHILD WOULD DO! AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED, I WILL NEVER BE CALLING YOU DAD!" I feel the tears brim behind my eyes as my throat becomes dry and painful to swallow down the emotions. He is still and quiet for the most part but starts to pull me away from the school.

"LET GO OF ME!" I sink my feet into the ground, not wanting to go anywhere with this man.

"I'M TAKING YOU HOME, NOW STOP THIS FOOLISHNESS!" I pull against him, wishing to get distance between myself and him.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I thrash around in his hold before I'm ripped away from him. I look up through my teary eyes, with a blurry vision. Harry? I sniffle away the tears and look to the ground to see Dan, Harry is standing over the top of him, he rolls over on the ground and slowly lifts his body from the cold concreted sidewalk. He stands tall and in front of Harry's face which I have learned is never a good position to be in when having a physical fight with him.

"JUST STAY OUT OF THIS, THERE'S NO NEED FOR YOU TO MEDDLE WITH THINGS THAT YOU DON'T UNDSERTAND!" Dan pushes against Harry's chest in hopes he will back off, but I know that would never happen.

"STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!" Even though I don't like Dan, I approach Harry placing my hand on his shoulder making him turn around to face me.

"Don't do this." I whisper, my eye's pleading with his as he contemplates his next move. He shrugs off my hold and stands further in front of me blocking my view.

"WATCH YOUR MOUTH BOY! I DON'T WANT TO DO SOMETHING I'LL REGRET!"

"WHAT THE FUCK MAN, YOUR THE ONE GRABBING HER!"

"Harry, stop this!" I plead.

"YOU KNOW THIS BOY AVERY?!" I look over Harry's shoulder at Dan's fiery face. Harry looks down at me from over his shoulder than back to the unknown man to him.

"I'm supposed to be going over to his house so we can do our English assignment." Dan looks from Harry to myself and back again before speaking once more.

"Well I'm taking you home; I've discussed this with your Mother and you'll have to organise another time that you can do this." He's discussed this with Mum?

"What do you mean you're taking me home?! I'm not going anywhere with you, and you don't just get to decide what I get to do! You can't just disappear and come back expecting everything to be ok!" I feel more tears travel down my cheeks as I continue talking. Harry turns around to me with confusion flooding his eyes.

"Is that your-"

"Yeah." I confirm to him all of his thoughts.

"I'm not taking you back to my house; I don't think Sienna and Charlie are ready for that yet. I'm taking you back to your house." Sienna and Charlie? I squint my eyes at him not knowing exactly who they are, but the names do sound familiar.

"Sienna umm, you know my wife now. And Charlie, my little girl." His little girl? His new wife? He steps forward again but Harry blocks him.

"I think that's enough." Harry speaks up. I'm grateful for his interruption because I don't think I am able to listen to anymore of Dan's words.

"This doesn't concern you, just move." Dan demands.

"You may be her father but there is no fucking way that I will be letting you take her after what you just did." I'm glad that Harry is sticking up for me but it seems that the only time he will now talk to me is if, he

A) has to for school reasons or B) in front of others.

"You don't get a say in what I do your just a kid who thinks he owns the world, so move and let me take my fucking daughter home!" I watch as Harry approaches him again, I run up behind him and grab onto his hand. I don't need to witness another punching session and I'm sure that his knuckles will thank me.

"It's alright, I'll go. Can we do the assignment another day in the week?" He looks into my eyes with a look that if it could talk I'm guessing would say 'don't go with him'.

"Fine, go with the fuck wit." He snatches his hand out of my hold and storms off back to his car.

"Charmer he is-"

"Don't talk about him." I don't understand why I am so defensive about Harry, sticking up for him when he's not here just seems right. I follow Dan to the car and watch as he unlocks the doors to his Maserati, I open the door and put my bag on the floor and sit down strapping myself in. This car is amazing, I look around the interior and my jaw is hitting the floor, it's beautiful! He starts the car and we are driving away.

"So was that your boyfriend?" He asks, my eye's bulge out and my heat beat quickens but then all the adrenaline is washed away as I realised that he isn't exactly talking that much to me for some reason.

"No." I watch out the window as the world passes me by, hoping to get out of this awkward moment.

"Well he packs a punch." I turn my head and notice him looking in the rear view mirror as he wipes some of the blood away from his lip with the back of his hand. I don't say much during the trip, just sit in the silence and lose myself with questions that are rushing through my mind.

Why is Harry still ignoring me?

Why didn't my Mum tell me that she knew Dan was getting in contact with me?

Why is it that Dan only now wants to become a part of my life again?

What am I going to do about this assignment?

What am I going to do about Luke?

"Avery?" I turn my head and notice that he's parked outside my house.

"I'm going to pick you up from school tomorrow?"

"Well I don't want you to; this is all moving a little fast for me. I can't have you leave then come back and expect it to go back the way it was." He puts his head down and stares down finding the floor more interesting than looking at me.

"I know, but I just want to do this right." I swallow the lump in my throat knowing that he feels somewhat of the pain that I've felt for the past eight years.

"Fine. You can pick me up." I get out of the car and quickly walk towards the front door. I twist the nob and walk straight in, finding my Mum with John in front of the TV watching some movie. She looks over the back of the couch at me.

"Hi. This is John." She says with a smile on her face, I look at John and his arm is wrapped around her shoulder having her cuddle up to him.

"Hi." I walk past the kitchen and turn left heading down the hallway to my bedroom. I drop my bag and flop down onto my bed.

"How can all of this be happening?" I question to myself. I can hear footsteps coming towards my door followed by a few short knocks.

"Avery? Um, your Mother told me to tell you that dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes." I don't even feel like eating now.

"I'm actually not that hungry John, just tell her that I will get a piece of fruit or something later."

"Ok." I hear his feet pad across the floor back into the kitchen.

I still can't grip the fact that Dan turned up today; after his numerous text messages, he shows up and thinks that everything is ok? That after eight years you can fix all the damage done with one simple call of my name and saying you want to talk to me? Saying that he doesn't want a daughter that ignores him, but having that same daughter be ignored by her only father for eight years? And for him to have the mordacity to tell me that his new wife isn't ready to see me? I never want to meet that fucking bitch! She ruined my family! And he has a little girl? I truly thought that I would be his only little girl, and for some time I liked it that way. But I guess that plans change.

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*Next day after school*

An hour. A whole hour I've been waiting in the freezing cold with no jumper because my stupid self-forgot it this morning and still no Dan has come to pick me up. It's been raining non-stop so I've been waiting at an undercover part of the school out the front, still hoping that he may turn up. I shake my head at the ridiculous thought of him actually keeping to his word. If I couldn't rely on him when I was little why should I rely on him now? I take a deep breath before stepping out into the harsh weather and feel the rain wash over me, cold droplets of refreshing water cooling my mind. I breath in the fresh sent and continue walking, I take out my phone and plug my headphones in letting the soothing sounds of Angus Stone's song Broken Bright’s, flow into my ears. I keep walking until I see a car pull up beside me.

"Avery!" I turn to my left and see that Harry has stopped the car and motioning for me to get in. I rush over to the door but realise that I am soaking wet.

"Well don't just stand there! Get in." He yells over the rain. I climb into the car and shut the door. I can feel my teeth chattering together as I feel just how cold I actually am now.

"Fuck Avery, why were you walking in the rain?" Then I remind myself of the reason why...Dan.

"Dan was supposed to pick me up, but I guess his plans were more important than picking me up." I shrug my shoulders at him not knowing what else to tell him. He pulls out onto the road again and drives straight to my house. We arrive a couple minutes later, I look down at my feet realising how wet I am, my socks are soaked, my skirt feels a million times heavier than it should' my top has gone completely see through and my hair is sticking to the back of my neck and down my shoulders.

"Thanks for the ride." I jump out of his car and make a straight dash for the front door once I'm at the door I hear muffled screams. Who would be screaming?

"FUCK MARY I DIDN'T HURT HER! I JUST NEEDED TO SEE HER I DIDN'T DO NY HARM TO HER!"

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT YOU DID?! I WASN'T EVEN THERE! WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS IT ISN'T RIGHT HOW YOU-"

"Hey you left this in my car." I look up to see Harry. His curls are damp and sticking to his forehead, his white top sticking to his body making it more clear for me to see his butterfly tattoo.

"Oh thanks." I grab my bag and go to turn the door knob before I hear another screaming match coming from within the house. I take a deep breath and just as I am about to turn the nob I feel Harrys hand take mine in his.

"Why don't we just go back to my place?" Do I want to go back to his place?

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