Sibling:(Noun)

plural noun: siblings  

Each of two or more children or offspring having one or both parents in common; a brother or sister. -synonyms: brothers and/or sisters "the birth of a sibling is a stressful event in the life of a child"

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Joe

"I have an idea," After hours of brainstorming I finally came up with something. Although, it's not really a plan to ruin Harry Styles. 

Billy sits on her floor while Luke paces around near her window. "Let's hear it then," they both say and turn their attention to me.

I stand up from my previous sitting position on her bed. "No,"

"No?" Luke stares at me and runs a hand through his hair. "What'd you mean no? if you think I'm letting you anywhere near him and by yourself-"

"Luke, please. I have to do this by myself-" I close my eyes and take a step forward. Now standing in front of my brother, I open my eyes. "I have to go back to where it started."

"The club?" Billy asks looking at me. "Why do you--Oh, I see." 

Luke study's my face. Sighing he says, "Fine, but I'm coming with you." 

"Luke-"

"No sister of mine is ever going into that bloody club, alone." He smiles, it's a smile that usually has Billy blushing and giggling like a fucking school girl.

She's so into him.

It's sickening. 

My shoulders fall in defeat upon seeing how serious Luke's facial expression is. Walking towards Billy's bedroom door, I look over my shoulder. "Fine, you both can come. But you wait in the car."

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Luke parks the car just outside of the club. Since it's mid-day, the club isn't busy.

"You two wait out here," I instruct them as I go to open the door. Luke leans over and grabs my wrist. "I'll be careful,"

"I'm coming with you." He tells me, releasing my wrist. Before I can tell him to fuck off, he's out the car and at my side. "You're my little sister, I'm not going to allow you to-"

"Luke! I'm old enough to take care-"

"Of yourself?" He laughs, throwing back his head. "Cause, that worked so well last time." 

"Fuck you," I spit, turning my heels and speed walking to the door. 

Sometimes I hate him. He's an overprotective fucker, I guess I should be thankful he cares.

Luke brushes by me and enters the club before I do.

Billy is suddenly by my side as I walk in. I open my mouth to speak but she cuts me off. "Don't worry, I'm not here to babysit." She smirks at me. "I wanna check out the guys."

"You always check out Luke," I cause her to blush. "I mean, why don't you just make a move on him?"

"W-what?"

"Oh drop the act! I know you like him," Both of us scan the club, we notice Luke already at the bar and ordering a drink. "Go for it, I need to talk to security."

Billy lifts her brows at me, "Security? Babe, what are you up to?"

Biting my bottom lip. I shake my head, smirking; I walk away.

-

I left my brother and Billy at the bar. Currently, I'm waiting for the manager of the club.

"Ms Hemmings, it's against the law." Mr Brown denies my request to see the recordings from that night. "I want to help you but-"

"I know you do illegal stuff in this club," I cut him off. Leaning with my elbows on his desk, I smirk. "I'm sure, you are aware that my father is Detective Hemmings and he'd love to lock up your fucked up ass." 

"Ms-"

"Let me see the video, and I won't blab about your little sales." 

I watch him closely.

Mr Browns Adam's apple bobs up and down, droplets of sweat roll down his temples. "You wouldn't dare-"

"Oh but I would," I lean closer to him. "Video, let me see it."

Nodding his head, Mr Brown stands up from his chair and walks over to a door. He unlocks it and motions for me to follow. When I enter the room, there are televisions everywhere.

He walks over to a desk with a single television screen. "Listen, Ms Hemmings, before you watch it, I want you to know that about one hour ago, your father was here and also saw this video. He and I are the only ones who have seen it."

My dad saw the video? Why? 

"Oh," Is all I can find myself to say. Mr Brown tells me to sit down on the chair, I do as he said and direct my vision now at the black screen.

Leaning over me, Mr Brown turns on the television and inserts a USB into a drive. "good luck." He leaves the room and the once black screen now shows a camera angle from the club.

There's no sound.

I can see people at the bar and on the dance floor. The screen switches to a different camera, and instantly I gasp. 

My palms begin to sweat and my mouth is a jaw. I somehow forgot how to breathe and my heart is beating fast in my chest. 

The screen shows a VIP room. I can see Mr Styles covered by a sheet on the bed, his hips buckling inwards while his hands pin a girl's hands above her head and her legs are wrapped tightly around his waist. His pace looks slow like he's being gentle but then he speeds up. He fucks this girl laying down for about fifteen minutes, I'm about to turn it off when Mr Styles suddenly climbs off the bed with his ass facing the camera he lifts the chick with him. He then pushes her against a wall causing me to flinch at watching her back collide with it. He continues to fuck her, hard and fast.

Her hands rank down his bare back as his hips move against hers. I see her head resting on his shoulder.

The camera angle shifts to a better view of them. My eyes almost pop out of my head and it feels like all the air left my lungs.

It's me, the girl he's fucking. 

It's bloody me!

My legs are securely wrapped around him, my hands hold onto his shoulders as his thrusts slow down before stopping altogether.

Mr Styles says something to me and then he carries me back to bed and lays me down before he throws one of my legs over his shoulder. 

This is too much....

I can't watch anymore, so I turn my head and hit the off button.

I feel tears building in my eyes.

I already figured it was him, but actually seeing your virginity being taking away from you while you're intoxicated makes you feel--well, used, heartbroken, violated. 

How could he do this to me? I was just a stranger! 

Why can't I remember!

Fuck!

"Ms Hemmings? Are you alright?" Mr Brown pokes his head around the doorway. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but Harry Styles is in custody-" he pauses before saying the one thing that makes my heart literally stop. "-of your father. Mr Hemmings was extremely angered by seeing that video and-"

"Fuck!" I grab the USB and push run past Mr Brown.

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I ran as fast as I could and explained to Luke and Billy that I needed to get to the police station as soon as possible. They didn't question me. 

So here I am, running through the police station and towards where dad interrogates people.

"Ma'am you can't-"

"Move your fucking ass out the way!" I roughly shove a female police officer who's standing guard outside a room. "You need to get back up in this room! Right now!"

"Detective Hemmings is currently-"

"He's about to kill someone!" I scream and unlock the door then kick it open with my foot.

My eyes instantly search the room, I see the table dad would sit people at to question them. But it's empty. 

"You're going to die for what you-" My eyes widen, Dad has Mr Styles up against a wall. One hand holds Mr Styles neck while the other one forms a fist and connects with Harry's stomach. "-Did to my daughter! You're nothing but a disgusting, filthy, piece of shit! I always wanted to find some reason to lock you up-" A loud crack echoes through the room as dad punches Mr Styles in his stomach. "-And now-" Punch. "I have-" Punch. "One!" 

Mr Styles looks as if he's about to pass out.

Dad raises his fist again and aims for his head.

"DAD!" I scream out. My legs have me running over to him. When dad doesn't acknowledge me, I grab his wrist. "Stop! You're gonna kill him!"

"He deserves it!" My dad frees his wrist from my hold, but it connects with my chest and causes me to stumble backwards. I lose my balance, and the next thing I know is that I'm on the ground. My head is aching and it feels like I was just hit by a fucking train.

Dad releases Mr Styles, who joins me on the floor. "Joe, fuck! I'm sorry!" he kneels beside me and helps me sit up. "I'm so sor-"

"Fuck yourself!"

"That's no way to speak to your father!" he growls and then turns his attention back to Mr Styles. "You have a lot of explaining to do! Having sex with this scumbag? What will your mother think?"

"What will she think when she finds out, you almost killed him and fucking pushed me!" I rub the back of my aching head, flinching at the pain. 

Just as Dad attempts to punch Mr Styles, we're joined by four or five officers who drag my dad out. 

While they're dragging dad, I crawl over to Mr Styles. 

His eyes are barely open but he manages to speak even though his bottom lip is torn and swollen. "A-are you okay?" 

I feel tears spill over my brims and roll down my cheeks.

He's so beaten up and it's my fault.

Fuck! This is so messed up.

Reaching my hand out. I touch his right cheek. It's also swollen and is turning purple. "I'm sorry, oh god, Harry I'm so sorry-"

"It's not your fault," His own hand reaches up and removes mine from his cheek. "I should be the one to-" He attempts to sit up but hisses at the pain. "-fuck, that hurts." 

"Let me see," I take hold of the bottom of his shirt and gently lift it up. A gasp falls from my lips as more tears roll down my cheeks. 

Mr Styles entire right rib cage is a mixture of reds and purples, not to mention his face is cut and bruised.

"I have to get you out of here,"

-

After talking to the police, they allowed me to take Mr Styles home. He called his driver but while driving; he fell unconscious. So I took him to the one person who I knew would help.

Or so I thought.

Arriving at her door, I'm met by a shocked, pissed off and confused, Billy.

"What is he doing here?"

"Shut up and help me with him," Mr Styles is leaning all his weight on me as we stand at her door. "He's heavy!"

"Alright, alright." Billy throws her arm around Mr styles and helps me get him to her spare room. The second we laid him on the bed, he was asleep or unconscious. "What happened? Who did this to him?"

Looking at the badly beaten man, who is also responsible for tattooing me and taking my virginity. I should feel angry at him, seeing him taking my virginity. 

But I don't.

Why don't I feel angry?

Why didn't I let dad kill him?

Why did-

"Joe? Who did this?"

My eyes shift from the injured man and then to my best friend who brings in a bowl of water and a hand towel. 

"My dad." 

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