BrokenArrow (On hold)

"Watch out will you!"
i shook my head at the men who almost dropped my Piano from the stairs,again. That piano means the world to me so if they put a scratch on it i will skin them alive.
"Harry? why are you yelling?"
i turned around to see my mother, standing in front of the kitchen, wiping her hand with a towel, with a scowl on her face. The only expression she has on when she sees me, either a frown, a glare or a scowl.
"They can't even take the piano up the stairs properly! It's the tenth time it almost fell from their hands!!"
My mother rolled her eyes and said:
"That piano is the only thing you care about, What's the deal with it anyways"
I didn't answer,she will never understand, how could she? she lost 12 years of my life and even before that, she didn't give a rats ass about me. the only thing that bothers me is why she cares all of a sudden. i'm 17 for gods sake.
I walked up the stairs not even bothering to look at her, i heard her sigh before hearing her mutter something i couldn't figure out.
I reached up the stairs while seeing the men coming out from my room while panting.
"Miss cox is in the kitchen, she will pay you."
They nodded and quickly walked downstairs in to the kitchen, i pity them. they have to work so hard but they don't earn anything.
i walked in to my room looking around, my old room would be considered a dump compared to this, hell my old house would be considered a dump compared to this house. but still i would choose my old life over this new life without even thinking.
My father was a hard working man, he was a police officer in London. he did his job right. he never wasted a second to help others and he taught me the same thing. he taught me right from wrong. he taught me things i could've never learned if it wasn't for him. he was the one that helped me through everything. not my mother, not my other family members, no one but him.
My mother on the other hand, even from when i was a kid i remember her always fighting with my father, telling him, he ruined her life, telling him she never wanted a family at such a young age, she yelled at my father that she didn't want me and Gemma. i remember Gemma and myself crawling under the bed during her yelling which was every night, i remember us crying. i remember everything.
So i started to return the feelings towards my mother, i despised her. i would think, how can she say these things about her own blood, about her husband. and i was only 5, i couldn't understand much.
until one day i woke up to see my father sitting in our living room with his head in his hands, he was crying, i still feel this pain in my heart when i think about that day, i saw my father cry in front of me, the man i saw as my hero, the man i knew as the strongest and bravest man alive, cry in front of me. there were these papers on the ground next to his feet, that i know now, were divorce papers.
i remember Gemma coming down as well, we both went to him sitting on each side of him, i remember each one of us hugging one side of him. i remember he, even though there was pain and hurt in his eyes, smiled at us and hugged us back while kissing the top of each one of our 5 and 7 year old heads, i remember him putting his chin on top of my head and hugging us closer.i remember my 5 year old self crying even though i didn't know what was going on. but i felt it all, i felt his pain, one look in his eyes and i felt it all.
The heartbreak, the hurt, the sadness, the shock. i also saw hope, but there wasn't much left of it, i saw love, but it was only there when he was looking at me or Gemma.
i remember him saying with a smile to us:
"Guess it's Harry, Gemma and their Father against the world now right?"
but now, after 12 years,
It's just Harry against the world.
Because Gemma and his Father both are gone. forever.
Living Harry with the person he blames all on,
the person who he never wanted to see again, his mother.
but he has no choice, he has to spend at least one year with her, because he's not allowed to live on his own.
and he will, he only has to wait until the moment he turns 18.
until then, it's one year with her, and the family that replaced his famillys place for her.
in the town he was born yet only has hurtful memories from.
But he has no idea how much more drama he's getting in to,
he has no idea he will fall in love,
he has no idea he will lose more people he comes to love,
he has no idea he's going to change someones life forever,
he has no idea someone will change his own life forever,
he has no idea the following year of his life is going to be the worst yet the best year of his life.
he doesn't have a single idea.

Notes

So yeah, me continuing this depends.

i have other stories so probably this is going to be on hold until i finish them. just....it's here.