Quinn POV

Harry let me call my Dad on his phone and he said he'll be home right away. He went out to dinner with a friend of his and is only minutes away.

I don't want to leave Harry's house. Now, thinking about my home, I don't feel safe. I feel unwanted more than I ever have.

My foot hurts though. If I move it the wrong way it hurts like fucking hell and I feel like crying.

Either way I feel like crying if I'm being honest.

I don't know what will happen when my Dad comes. Maybe he will just agree with my Mother? Maybe he will kick her out? Who knows. All I know is that I feel tired, and I'm sick of my family.

"How are you feeling?" My boyfriend asks me.

"I'm in pain." I answer through a mumble.

He doesn't respond because the door bell rings. We both look at each other and I sit up more as well as Harry. I move the wrong way causing me to whimper. Harry moves the pillow more under my foot and plants his lips to my forehead. "I'll be right back." He says. I nod while grazing my teeth over my lip.

When he leaves the room, my anxiety racks up more. I'm used to the worst and I feel like hiding.

I'm seated up now with the throw blanket pulled to my chin.

I look to the doorframe and see my Father and Harry. Both have gentle eyes while looking at me. My Dad takes the open seat next to me and rests his hand on mine.

He notices my flushed face, and my wrapped up ankle. "What happened?" My Dad asks me. Harry leaves us alone, but his eyes catch mine before he walks away.

I explain to him the story, leaving out the condoms for many reasons. This also means I admit to him that I'm dating Harry. His face doesn't change when I tell him, which I think is a good thing.

When I get to the part where she slaps me, his hand becomes tighter on mine and his eyes look more broken. When I get to the part when she shoves me, his eyes close and his head shakes.

"I'm so sorry Quinn." My Father says. "I saw she wasn't at the house when I pulled in so she must've left."

"What am I supposed to do? Sleep there hoping she doesn't throw me out again?" I ask with gentle eyes. "She has my wallet, and car keys and phone, unless they're in the house. How can I get to school? I don't even know where the bus is here." I say with slight panic.

"I'll drive you if I have too, okay? And I'll be in the house too, so you'll be okay if she tries to come back. I'll get the locks changed tomorrow so you feel more safe." My Dad tells me with soft eyes that burn on me.

"Okay," I say through a mumble. "Sorry for interrupting your dinner."

"No, don't say sorry. Did you eat?" He asks me.

"I ate at uh," I pause. "Two-ish." I answer with slouching shoulders.

"I'll make you something when we get home, okay?" He tells me.

"You don't have too." I say quickly. I don't want to bother him more.

"Well, I am anyways." My Father says. Silence falls between us for a moment. "So you're uh, dating Harry is it?" He asks me.

My pulse starts to quicken by his question. "Yeah." I say with a nod.

"Thanks for telling me finally. I got tired of seeing you two kiss in the driveway," My eyes widen by my Fathers words which makes him chuckle. "You're not good at sneaking around Quinn."

"I wasn't trying too," I mumble lowly. "Do you care?" I ask timidly.

"Do you like him?" He asks. I nod. "Does he treat you well?" He asks me. I nod, agreeing. "Are you happy?" I nod again. "Then that's all that matters darling."

His words cause my eyes to well up. I press my face into my Father's chest and feel his arms wrap around me. We haven't hugged in years, and it's weird to be held by him again considering how cold he's acted towards me.

"Thank you." I say against him.

"No need Quinn," He tells me. "Are you comfortable coming home or do you want to wait until the locks are changed?"

"I don't have another choice but to go home, don't I?" I ask.

"I can get you a room at a hotel," I shrug my shoulders, not knowing what I want.

Harry walks in the room with a cup of whatever and pills. "Sorry to interrupt but my Mom texted me saying to give you Advil since it can help your pain. She explained to me how this and ibuprofen are different but I'll spare the lecture." He tells me while dropping the two tablets in the palm of my hand.

"Thank you." I tell him. He nods with a faint smile and glances to my Dad who has his eyes on him.

"Not like I was eavesdropping but, you're more than welcome to stay here, if you're more comfortable." Harry offers to me.

My Father's eyes look to me. "It's up to you." He says to me in a kind voice.

"I'll stay here if you don't mind." I say to them both while having the blanket around me comfortably.

Harry nods with a gentle and so does my Father. "I'll make you something to eat and bring it by." My Dad says while standing up. He plants a kiss on the top of my hand and exchanged a handshake with Harry before leaving.

Harry walks him out, and I'm scared something is going to happen when the two speak. Lately I've been overthinking everything and it's sickening.

Harry returns back to where I am and sits in the spot next to me. His fingers lace with mine and his lips touch my cheek. "How are you feeling?" He asks me.

"Good and bad." I answer honestly.

"Why good?" Harry asks me curiously.

"My Dad care who I wanted to date. He just cared if I was happy." I say with a delicate smile. My eyes fall to Harry and I's hand that's connected. "I wish my Mother was like that. Wait, I forgot. She said don't call her Mom anymore so uh, Susan." I say.

"You deserve a better Mom." Harry says to me.

My shoulders lower and I nuzzle my face into his chest. "I'm not bothering you am I?" I ask.

"Do you ever bother me?" He asks me.

"No?" I say, not sure. Harry chuckles by my sentence and kisses my skin.

"I love you Quinn."

"I love you more." I say through a mumble against him.

A://N

Hello!

School has been very busy this week and that always comes first, so thank you for being patient with my updates during the week!! On the weekends I hope I make it up by updating a lot (:

Comment goal: 50???

I have nothing going on today so if we get ^ I'll update again :p

~lauren