Dear Hanna
And Your Thoughtless Words Are Breaking My Heart
Chapter 9
NIALL'S POV
Her breath was flat on my neck. I smelt coffee from the kitchen. Her arms around me as I sat up. I stretched and put on a jacket. The coffee was hot on my lips.
I heard Dani get out of bed as she opened the bedroom door. Her hair was up on top of her head in a messy bun. She put on her glasses as she put my arms around my waist. She leaned her head on my back.
I turned to her and gave her a kiss. I tasted coffee on her mouth as she leaned into it. Her delicate hands tangled into mine as they were on either side of us.
DANI'S POV
He kissed on top of my head as he went to the fridge. Hanna had always said he had a appetite. Then I was shocked. He pulled out a beer. He freaked when Hanna drank.
He popped the tab and sat at the dining room table.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Yep just fine." He said.
He seemed mad. The day passed on. It was long. For the day I read and Niall drank. I kept hearing the pop of tabs and cans hitting the garbage can. I stayed in my room to keep from the science.
NIALL'S POV
Another beer. Another. And another. I had about 5. My head felt dizzy and my body felt limp. I looked around and saw the house was dark. Dani was reading and Ireland was probably drawing pictures or reading Hanna's journal.
IRELAND'S POV
I sat in my room. Little light shown through my curtains. I felt lonely. Dad had been drinking. I heard the cans and the tabs. They made me scared. Really scared. My friend died because her dad beat her to death. He was always drunk. I didn't want my dad to turn into that.
I went downstairs. The kitchen was quite. My dad wasn't in there. I opened the kitchen door a crack. I saw him talking to Dani. They were close. It bugged me. Mom was suppose to be there.
I opened the door.
"What do you need." Said my dad, hoarsely.
"Can we talk." I spoke.
"We'll I'm kinda busy with Dani." He said.
After Dani came back. Everything was about her. I was his daughter. He should love her but he should also loves his daughter. I felt unguarded. I felt alone. No protection.
I got closer and then in between them. His face got red.
"Dani may I have a word with Ireland?" He asked, as she nodded.
He took me back up to my room.
"Why did you interrupt me when I was talking?" His voice got loud.
"Dad why can't you listen to me for one second?" I questioned.
Then he slapped my face. I felt hot tears drain out of the corner of my eyes. Then I felt him slam me against the wall and kick me hard.
"Hope that taught you a lesson bitch." He said as be slammed his door behind him.
I pulled my legs to my head as I tried to cry silent. I probably looked ugly when I cried. I looked at the wall and saw where he pushed me. I tried to get up but the pain in my back was too much to bare. I looked into my mirror to see a bruise forming on the side of my face
NIALL'S POV
Her breath was flat on my neck. I smelt coffee from the kitchen. Her arms around me as I sat up. I stretched and put on a jacket. The coffee was hot on my lips.
I heard Dani get out of bed as she opened the bedroom door. Her hair was up on top of her head in a messy bun. She put on her glasses as she put my arms around my waist. She leaned her head on my back.
I turned to her and gave her a kiss. I tasted coffee on her mouth as she leaned into it. Her delicate hands tangled into mine as they were on either side of us.
DANI'S POV
He kissed on top of my head as he went to the fridge. Hanna had always said he had a appetite. Then I was shocked. He pulled out a beer. He freaked when Hanna drank.
He popped the tab and sat at the dining room table.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Yep just fine." He said.
He seemed mad. The day passed on. It was long. For the day I read and Niall drank. I kept hearing the pop of tabs and cans hitting the garbage can. I stayed in my room to keep from the science.
NIALL'S POV
Another beer. Another. And another. I had about 5. My head felt dizzy and my body felt limp. I looked around and saw the house was dark. Dani was reading and Ireland was probably drawing pictures or reading Hanna's journal.
IRELAND'S POV
I sat in my room. Little light shown through my curtains. I felt lonely. Dad had been drinking. I heard the cans and the tabs. They made me scared. Really scared. My friend died because her dad beat her to death. He was always drunk. I didn't want my dad to turn into that.
I went downstairs. The kitchen was quite. My dad wasn't in there. I opened the kitchen door a crack. I saw him talking to Dani. They were close. It bugged me. Mom was suppose to be there.
I opened the door.
"What do you need." Said my dad, hoarsely.
"Can we talk." I spoke.
"We'll I'm kinda busy with Dani." He said.
After Dani came back. Everything was about her. I was his daughter. He should love her but he should also loves his daughter. I felt unguarded. I felt alone. No protection.
I got closer and then in between them. His face got red.
"Dani may I have a word with Ireland?" He asked, as she nodded.
He took me back up to my room.
"Why did you interrupt me when I was talking?" His voice got loud.
"Dad why can't you listen to me for one second?" I questioned.
Then he slapped my face. I felt hot tears drain out of the corner of my eyes. Then I felt him slam me against the wall and kick me hard.
"Hope that taught you a lesson bitch." He said as be slammed his door behind him.
I pulled my legs to my head as I tried to cry silent. I probably looked ugly when I cried. I looked at the wall and saw where he pushed me. I tried to get up but the pain in my back was too much to bare. I looked into my mirror to see a bruise forming on the side of my face
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8/20/14