Frozen (Punk/Harry Styles Love Fanfic)
Chapter 2
After a few minutes of running, my feet start to give up and I quit running. I feel my heart racing in my chest. I try to regular my breath but tears are streaming down my face. Not helping to calm myself. I kick off the heels and I’m going to sit on the sidewalk. My head resting on my knees. Thousands of questions are popping in my head. I don’t know where to go. I live with Niall together but I’m absolutely not going back. Maybe I could look at my parents their house? I feel a stone appearing on the bottom of my stomach. My parents told me they never wanted to see me again. I grab my phone out of my pocket and try to call my parents house.
“Sorry the number you have reached is not in service at this time please check the number or try to call again.” The familiar voice of the answering service is talking. Exactly what I expected.
Nobody answers, like always. Suddenly my phone goes off, hoping it is my parents but on the caller ID it says that Niall is calling me. What does he want? He has hurt me enough. I decline the call and I stand up from the sidewalk. I pick up my heels and walk over the road to one of the houses across the street. After a few hours of walking on the streets, my feet start to hurt again. Until I reach my parents’ house. It hasn’t changed since I left. The lump in my throat appears again.
I walk to the door, stumble over the stones touching my bare feet, giving me painful aches. My hands are shaking when I push the button of the door bell. The light goes on and I hear someone walk down the stairs. A woman with blonde hair and blue pajamas opens the door.
“What do you want?” I look at her. My glance going up and down. This is not my mother. Who’s she?
“I’m looking for my mother.” I whisper quietly. Looking into the hallway, it hasn’t changed since I moved out.
“Your mom doesn’t live here anymore sweetie. I’m Janelle” She tries to shake my hand but I ignore her hand. Millions of questions are in my head. Where’s my mom? Is my dad home?
“She doesn’t? Where’s she? Where’s my dad?” Her face drops and she looks a bit worried. She opens the door wide open and gestures I can come in. I walk into the hallway and look around. I let my heels fall on the wooden floor. There are a lot more paintings on the wall and the colour of the kitchen is different than it used to look. She closes the door and walks to the kitchen. She opens a door and we're standing in the living room. She walks to the large couch. She’s going to sit on the couch and pats next to her. I’m going to sit next to her. I look uncomfortable around the room. It hasn’t changed everything is still the same.
“Where are my parents.” I ask my voice is trembling. She sighs and she looks straight forward. I’m worried she won’t answer my question. I see her debating if she should tell me or not.
“You have to know the truth.” She says quietly. I bite on my lip. A pain goes through my lip and I feel the blood in my mouth. I quickly wipe it away.
“Your mom is in therapy.” I give her a confused look. Why would my mom be in therapy? Is it because of me? Did I hurt her so much she couldn’t take it anymore?
“And my dad?” She looks down picking on her nails. Suddenly the door of the living room opens and a massive muscle man stands in the door opening. He only wears his boxers and looks through the room. It’s my dad.
He changed. His eyes are dark and his hair is greyer than it used to be. He looks at Janelle. It looks like he’s in love. The glance in his eyes tells it. I look at Janelle and I look back to my dad. He suddenly walks closer to us and grabs a T-Shirt from the couch.
“So who’s this?” He asks. It stays quiet for a few minutes. Leaving me in confusion. Doesn’t he know who I am? I look at him. While he looks back at me, but there's no glance of him knowing me. I'm his only child. He should know what he'd done to me. Since I left I only changed my hair a few times, but my face is just the same. I think.
“Dear, maybe you could go to the bathroom?” Janelle looks at me and gives me an encourage face. I stand up and walk out of the room. I hear them speak about me. Janelle starts screaming at my father about how he doesn’t even recognize his own child. Suddenly reality hits me why I’m even here. I walk to the hall way and pick up my heels. I open the door and start running out of the house.
When I finally reach Niall and mine apartment I open the door and come into the lobby. Tears are streaming down my face but I don’t want anyone to see me cry. I step into the elevator and push on the second floor. I grab the key out of my pocket and try to open the door. The lights are out and I hope Niall isn’t home, despite our fight I want to talk to him, but I don’t want him to see me cry. Every time I cry he says it’s a sign of weakness. I don’t want to look weak.
“Hello?” I look into every room, but there’s no sign of Niall. I sigh relieved, but I have the feeling he might be coming home soon. Or he stays with Raevyn. I think of all the things that happened this evening and I can’t believe I actually went to my parents their house, even though my mom doesn’t live there anymore. I wish I could get an answer to all my questions but I know I won’t get them. My dad didn’t even recognize me.
“Sorry the number you have reached is not in service at this time please check the number or try to call again.” The familiar voice of the answering service is talking. Exactly what I expected.
Nobody answers, like always. Suddenly my phone goes off, hoping it is my parents but on the caller ID it says that Niall is calling me. What does he want? He has hurt me enough. I decline the call and I stand up from the sidewalk. I pick up my heels and walk over the road to one of the houses across the street. After a few hours of walking on the streets, my feet start to hurt again. Until I reach my parents’ house. It hasn’t changed since I left. The lump in my throat appears again.
I walk to the door, stumble over the stones touching my bare feet, giving me painful aches. My hands are shaking when I push the button of the door bell. The light goes on and I hear someone walk down the stairs. A woman with blonde hair and blue pajamas opens the door.
“What do you want?” I look at her. My glance going up and down. This is not my mother. Who’s she?
“I’m looking for my mother.” I whisper quietly. Looking into the hallway, it hasn’t changed since I moved out.
“Your mom doesn’t live here anymore sweetie. I’m Janelle” She tries to shake my hand but I ignore her hand. Millions of questions are in my head. Where’s my mom? Is my dad home?
“She doesn’t? Where’s she? Where’s my dad?” Her face drops and she looks a bit worried. She opens the door wide open and gestures I can come in. I walk into the hallway and look around. I let my heels fall on the wooden floor. There are a lot more paintings on the wall and the colour of the kitchen is different than it used to look. She closes the door and walks to the kitchen. She opens a door and we're standing in the living room. She walks to the large couch. She’s going to sit on the couch and pats next to her. I’m going to sit next to her. I look uncomfortable around the room. It hasn’t changed everything is still the same.
“Where are my parents.” I ask my voice is trembling. She sighs and she looks straight forward. I’m worried she won’t answer my question. I see her debating if she should tell me or not.
“You have to know the truth.” She says quietly. I bite on my lip. A pain goes through my lip and I feel the blood in my mouth. I quickly wipe it away.
“Your mom is in therapy.” I give her a confused look. Why would my mom be in therapy? Is it because of me? Did I hurt her so much she couldn’t take it anymore?
“And my dad?” She looks down picking on her nails. Suddenly the door of the living room opens and a massive muscle man stands in the door opening. He only wears his boxers and looks through the room. It’s my dad.
He changed. His eyes are dark and his hair is greyer than it used to be. He looks at Janelle. It looks like he’s in love. The glance in his eyes tells it. I look at Janelle and I look back to my dad. He suddenly walks closer to us and grabs a T-Shirt from the couch.
“So who’s this?” He asks. It stays quiet for a few minutes. Leaving me in confusion. Doesn’t he know who I am? I look at him. While he looks back at me, but there's no glance of him knowing me. I'm his only child. He should know what he'd done to me. Since I left I only changed my hair a few times, but my face is just the same. I think.
“Dear, maybe you could go to the bathroom?” Janelle looks at me and gives me an encourage face. I stand up and walk out of the room. I hear them speak about me. Janelle starts screaming at my father about how he doesn’t even recognize his own child. Suddenly reality hits me why I’m even here. I walk to the hall way and pick up my heels. I open the door and start running out of the house.
When I finally reach Niall and mine apartment I open the door and come into the lobby. Tears are streaming down my face but I don’t want anyone to see me cry. I step into the elevator and push on the second floor. I grab the key out of my pocket and try to open the door. The lights are out and I hope Niall isn’t home, despite our fight I want to talk to him, but I don’t want him to see me cry. Every time I cry he says it’s a sign of weakness. I don’t want to look weak.
“Hello?” I look into every room, but there’s no sign of Niall. I sigh relieved, but I have the feeling he might be coming home soon. Or he stays with Raevyn. I think of all the things that happened this evening and I can’t believe I actually went to my parents their house, even though my mom doesn’t live there anymore. I wish I could get an answer to all my questions but I know I won’t get them. My dad didn’t even recognize me.
10/30/13