PART 2:
As I approached Hanna’s house I could already here her music playing on full volume. I didn’t even bother knocking, I was pratically part of the family. I walked in and quickly said hello to Hanna’s mum, Caroline. She was a total sweetheart, she treated me like a daughter and I loved that. I walked into Hanna’s room screaming the song lyrics that were playing and jumping all over the room. She burst out laughing.
Like I said before, Hanna was a beautiful person and she surely wasn’t single. Her boyfriend, Harry, was actually one of Louis’ best mates. When he started dating Hanna they had a fight cause Harry had changed and only had eyes for Hanna and he continues to only have eyes for her but Louis didn’t except that so they stopped talking right then. Their relationship is one of the good ones I would say, and although I don’t believe in love for I believe it’s a complete waste of time, their relationship is definitely an adorable one, they really truly love eachother and you can tell it by the way they look at one another.
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“So hows Hazza Han?” I asked.
“Actually, he’s been acting quite strange lately, I’ve tried talking to him but he says it’s nothing. I don’t know but I’m starting to get worried and I think its about Louis..”
“Alright, you talk to Harry about it and I’ll see what Louis thi-” I was cut off by my phone ringing.. It was Louis.
“Speaking of the devil..haha!” She joked.
“Hello?”
“Hey Ef, It’s starting to get late and dad isn’t home yet, I’ve tried to call him but his phone is turned off.. I think you should come home, yeah?”
“Alright, I’ll be home in a few.”
I was starting to get worried as well, it was almost 10, my dad was definitely supposed to be home by now, he never came home late.. What had happened? I grabbed my things and told Hanna I had to go and that we would figure out the Harry thing tomorrow. When I got home all the lights were off, I was starting to get freaked out.
“Louis?!” I shouted.
“Im up here eff!”
I climbed up the stairs and went into Lou’s room, he was on his bed, he looked more worried than ever.
“Relax lou, I’m sure he’s fine.”
“I hope so..” He replied.
A few hours later we heard the front door open. Louis and I ran downstairs only to discover a completely wasted man already barfing on everything in the living room. My father. He was drunk? He never drank. Never in his life! He started yelling some words I didn’t understand.
“Dad?” Lou said. “Come on, we need to get you to bed.”
“I DONT NEED SLEEP, I DONT NEED BEDS.” My dad shouted. He wasn’t making any sense at all.
“Dad, please you’re scaring me! Don’t yell, you’ll wake the neighbors!” I shouted tears already forming in my eyes.
“LOOK AT YOU. JUST LIKE YOU’RE MOTHER, ALWAYS TELLING ME WHAT TO DO. I DONT NEED PEOPLE TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO.” He shouted, a few seconds later grabbing a glass cup and throwing it in my direction.
“EFFY!!” Louis shouted as he pushed me out of the way. Louis pushed my dad back and he fell on the floor. That was it, I couldn’t take it anymore, tears were pouring down my face. Why? Why me? It wasn’t fair. Life was never fair for me. I stood up off the ground and ran outside.
“EFFY WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?” I could here my brother yell from behind. I didn’t know where I was going but at that moment I could care less. All I wanted was to get out of there.
