The Badboy Is My Bully

♡L I L Y 'S POV ♡

I woke up to the sound of loud voices coming from the living room area. I knitted my brows in confusion when I heard a booming shout.

After I had thrown up all the remaining contents of my stomach, mom had rush to my side to rub my back in a soothing manner.

Her worried eyes searched mine as a frown settled on her face. Niall had asked if I was okay but I only gave him a nod too embarrassed to look at him.

Mom had asked if I had the flu or a fever as she checked my temperature. I told her no and that it was stress from school.

She believed it but now I wasn't so sure that it was the cause. My body was weak and mom had told me to go and sleep it off.

This brought us to the present moment where the stranger's voices grew. I leaped from my bed and in long strides I had reached the living room. Our house was flat so there weren't any stairs to run down.

What I wasn't expecting was a man and a young girl sitting on the couch watching tv. The TV was blaring and the pair were focused on whatever was playing.

The brawny man's brown hair was shoulder length and tied in a low plait. He had on a plain white shirt and jeans on.His body shook every time he let out a boisterous laugh at the tv.

His eyes that were an exact replica of mine snapped in my direction and widen in astonishment. This man was my dad.

His eyes softened before he stood up briskly making the stunning young girl beside him look at him confused before noticing where he had his attention set.

My eyes shifted to her frame, she looked about a year younger than me, her brown muddy eyes widen in bewilderment as she studied me.

Her blonde hair reached her waist and she swept it back after she gave me a shy smile I didn't return. This girl must be my sister

My dad took a cautious step forward only for me to back away. At that moment mom came out of the kitchen with an apron on and spoon in her hand.

She looked like she was cooking breakfast judging by the flour on her exposed shirt and the scent of pancakes flooded the room.mom was always a messy chef.

Her infectious smile came to a halt as She noticed the tension between us. She gave me a nervous look before sending an awkward smile to my dad and sister.

"What are they doing here this early mom?" I asked mom. My vision blurred with unshed tears.

My dad took another step forward only for me to raise my hand in a stopping motion. His eyes downcast as he stared at the floor.

"They came here to meet you" mom whispered. She swept her hand over her apron in nervousness as she begged me with her eyes to not make a scene

"I wasn't ready to meet them, I thought we were doing this on my terms!" I yelled making mum startled at my harsh voice

"Well your dad called..." She said softly barely a whisper as she avoided my eyes

"Just stop, this man lost the right to call himself my dad a long time ago" I spoke in disgust.

My dad finally lift his head to speak softly to me. His eyes were red as they stared at me.