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The silence that followed the gigantic argument was more deafening than the shouting was. I sat there, huddled with my teddy bear, even though I was fifteen years of age.
I sneaked a look around the corner from the second level of the house and saw my mother and father furiously staring at one another. Mum was flushed in the face and Dad’s ear’s had gone red; a warning sign.
I turned my head and stared at the carpeted stairs, trying to steady my incredibly shaky breathing. An almighty crack was heard from downstairs. I whipped my head around and found Mum on the ground, clutching the side of her face. My heart started beating furiously fast. I saw Dad with his hand still raised from the backlash of the slap.
A rumble of thunder sounded overhead.
A tear rolled down my face, sullenly and softly.
I’d give anything for this to change, though I knew I could do nothing. I know my father doesn’t love us, meaning my Mum and I. I’ve known that he doesn’t love me for about four years. I’ve known my father doesn’t love my mother for about one year. The way he looks at us is morbid, dark, moody. Not fatherly like at all. Something simply turned wrong inside of my Dad, Ronald Weasley.
I could hear my parents’ breathing again, and I sneaked my head around the corner again, but at the wrong time. I caught my father’s gaze, and he narrowed his eyes at me, before turning back to Mum and dragging her up off the ground forcefully.
Another clap of thunder was heard overhead, and this time rain followed it.
In despair and fear, I got to my feet and ran down the stairs and out the front door. I saw my father glance at me and scoff, then look at Mum.
The rain was icy on my skin in the Autumn air, but I paid it no heed.
I look to the dark night sky and fell to the ground in fetal position. I heard footsteps come toward me, and I raised my head. Ron stood there, looking impatient.
“Get inside girl,” he snarled. “I don’t have the patience for your crap.”
I ignored him, and sniffled as another tear escaped my eye. He wasn’t even looking at me when he talked to me.
“Hurry up!” he growled again.
“I’m sitting here but you don’t see me,” I said.
“Of course I see you, you silly girl, now get your butt inside or you are really going to regret this!” Ron said lowly.
“Do you really see me? The real me? You don’t know me,” I said in a low voice with a lump in my throat.
“You are my daughter of course I know you!” he nearly yelled. His red hair was plastered to his face from the rain.
“What’s my favourite colour? How are my grades going in school? What subjects am I taking?” I said very quietly. “What colour are my eyes?” I whispered the last part.
“You got your mother’s mud brown eyes,” he replied defiantly.
“Wrong,” I whispered. “I’ve got your clear blue eyes. My favourite colour is yellow. I’ve got my mother’s smarts. I’m taking every class except Divination.”
Ron scoffed and bent down, grabbing my hair.
“I don’t even give a crap,” he sneered. “Now get inside!” He roared the last part and threw me to the ground.
I didn’t even cry straight away, which surprised me. I slowly got teary, which then led to full blown sobbing. I was trembling all over; partly from the cold, partly from the recent events.
I thought back to when before it started. My last happy memory of my family was going out for Mother’s Day. Ron gave Mum tender kisses on the cheek, and was being an absolute gentleman; not just to her, but to me and Hugo as well. We lost it all. Everything. All of this happy family business, is gone from my family. We lost it all. I never wanted this; heck, I’m sure Hugo or Mum never wanted this. I never thought it would come to this. What is going on now is beyond recognition.
Streaks of lightning flew across the sky, followed by more rumbles of thunder.
I heard the engine of a car start, and I looked up, finding Dad’s car screeching down the street. I presumed he was in it, as I saw a manly figure in the driver’s seat.
Another streak of lightning, another crack of thunder.
I heard footsteps again, though this time they were softer, more gentle, yet cautious at the same time.
I squeezed my eyes shut and attempted to stifle a sob, but was unsuccessful.
I opened my eyes and saw Hugo kneeling down beside me. I burst into tears once again; and the sound was terrifying.
Hugo sat down and pulled me into his lap; little Hugo, my little thirteen year old brother.
I was shaking all over still, and Hugo was stroking my hair. I gulped and took deep breaths.
After a few minutes of just him holding me, I spoke.
“Have you ever just felt like nobody? Like people are staring right at you, but not seeing you. Like you’re just a tiny speck of dust, floating in the air?” My words were whispered.
Hugo didn’t know how to reply, he merely stifled a sob himself.
A strike of lightning was seen in the distance. Every strike of lightning bringing back a memory, whether it be good or bad, beautiful or ugly, morose or jovial.
Every rumble of thunder had me trembling once again, and Hugo’s hold tightened on me.
“I’m just so flooded with pain right now,” I whispered once again. “I want it all to change; I want it to go back to when we were young and it was easy, when if there was a problem, we couldn’t see it. This isn’t what was supposed to happen. We stand here and he doesn’t even see us. We lost it all, we lost it all.”
My sobbing had stopped, but the tears still came.
“It’s never going to be over, is it?” my voice whispered once more.
“I don’t know Rosie,” Hugo replied in a low, murmured voice as a tear rolled down his cheek and mixed in with the rain. “I just don’t know.
A/N: First off, I’d like to say that this has been the first thing I’d written in a long time. Secondly, this story was heavily inspired by the lyrics of the song Before The Storm by the Jonas Brothers. I don’t even like the Jonas Brothers, but the lyrics were incredibly inspiring and helped me out a lot with this one-shot. I apologise if it seems short. Since this is my first story in a few months, I’d appreciate some feedback. Thank you for reading :-).