we gotta win this for her and her baby

Derrick & Cody: *Shady as hell behind her back because she looks at them the wrong way*Brittany’s so hot and cold with us.” *Imply shes an attention whore* "Shes just bitter because we don’t give her our undivided attention.*Brittany jokes around/banters with Cody* "Shes being such a bitch.” *Puts her on the block* Shes ugly without makeup.” *Slut-shames her for having a baby at 17* "Flapjack titties.*smiles in her face*

Zach:I’ll be honest with you, I don’t want to vote out Brittany*Gets put on the block for defending her*Don’t be a quitter Britt, you’ve got to fight to stay.“ *Gives her a pep talk while everyone else is avoiding her* Don’t give up, campaign! You’ve gotta lie, cheat, steal, do anything to win.” *Tries to save her again by suggesting they backdoor Caleb this week, idea gets shut down by his alliance members*
*Cheers her on while shes kicking goals even though he knows shes been throwing him under the bus by telling everyone that he doesn’t deserve to be here* “Come on Britt, you can do it. Aim for my face.*Brittany’s taking a break at 3am after kicking 1000 goals for 5 hours “Britt, are you hungry? I made you pizza.”

Derrick/Cody: “Dude, Zach’s such an asshole to Brittany.”

Someone Hits Your Child

Someone Hits Your Child

Liam: You shook your head as you placed the ice bag gently over his swelling eye. “You seriously won’t tell me why you got into that fight?” You asked for the third time since you picked your 17 year old son up from school. After getting a call from the principle you were shocked to here that you little baby got into a physical altercation. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You heard his deep voice say. “Jesse…” You breathed. He slumped his shoulders. “I know, mom I’m on punishment.” He got up from the table and went to his room. He knew the drill so you weren’t surprised when you went to your room and found all his electronics on your bed. Later that night when Liam of home and talked to Jesse he came into bed with a proud smile. “What?” You asked getting under the covers. “That Jake kid was talking about you.” He said simply. Intrigued you turned his way.
“So…”

“He said he wanted to pound you into his mattress. Jesse lost it and hit him.” His side of the bed shifted. “We raised him well.” Liam added.
You quickly scooped up Jesses stuff and made the short trip to his room. Setting his electronics on the foot of his bed he looked at you confused. You kissed his forehead. “Thanks for defending my honor.”

Niall:
“A fucking fan hit you!” You exclaimed through the phone. You could here a rowdy background through the phone. Niall wanted to bring Aurora to a London concert with him. You honestly thought she’d be fine. She’s only 9 years old. Who hits a little girl. “Did you tell daddy?” You asked changing your direction from home to the stadium. “Yeah, him and Uncle Zayn are looking. But they won’t let me help.” Aurora explained. You nodded your head, “I’m around the corner babe, ok? You and I will find her.” After she responded you hung up the phone and pulled into the back entrance of the stadium. By passing all security you pushed through fans. Once you finally made it back stage you looked for Aurora, you spotted her sitting on a table with a ice pack on her cheek. “Mom!” She called when she saw you. You quickly ran to her a looked at her cheek. There was a forming purple bruise on her cheek. Anger boiled inside you. “Come on baby. Look around and tell me if you see her.” You took her by the stage entrance and had her look. “That’s her! The one with the pink hair and the yellow shirt!” You worked fast and had a security grab the bitch and bring her to the dressing room. “Tell daddy I’m in the dressing room when you see him.” She nodded and you went to handle your business.


Zayn: Lizzy hasn’t been acting herself lately. And when she came home from her date with her boyfriend you finally knew why. She had bruised arms that were tinted purple. Her eyes were tearful. “Daddy!” She sobbed crumbling to the floor. Zayn came rushing down the stairs and took one look at your daughter and you notice his eyes darken in rage. He gently picked her up. “Who did this?” He asked simply, stoking her hair. “Jamie. I wouldn’t sleep with him so he got mad. And then…” Sobs racked her body again. You and Zayn made eye contact and you nodded giving him permission. He set Lizzy down. “I’ll handle him Liz.” As he got up you quickly consoled your shaken daughter. You silently prayed that Zayn didn’t hurt the boy to bad.


Harry: “Who hit you?” You asked King you 5 year old son. You were helping him take off his shirt after it got stuck on the necklace that Harry got him when you noticed a hand print on your baby’s back. It was a deep red so you know it hurt. “Missy, she said next time I’ll come quicker when she calls my name.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Where was daddy?” You asked reaching for your phone and taking a picture of the bruise. “He had to go to the store. She usually only hits me when daddy’s gone.” You gritted your teeth as you thought about Harry’s new girlfriend Missy. They have been seeing one another for 2 years and to be honest you never really liked her. You never shared this with Harry worried he would think it was out if jealousy. “Ok baby go get into the tub.” King took off to the bathroom and you dialed Harry’s number. He picked up on the second ring. “Hey Y/N what’s up.” He was nonchalant and calm. You took a deep breathe. “Harry. I’m,” you took another breathe. “I’m trying to be cool. I am. I’m trying not to get pissed it drive down to your house and beat somebody’s ass, but I swear to god Harry.” You balled you hands into fist. “Sweetheart calm down, what’s going on?” You took another breathe. “King has a big angry red handprint on his back and he said Missy did it.” You got out. “When did you find out?” He asked. “Just now. Harry did you know about this?”


“No I promise. I didn’t know she didn’t tell me anything.” He confessed. “Yeah well apparently she hit him because he didn’t come to her quick enough.” You explain and Harry was quick to reassure you that he would handle it. He broke up with her that same night. And came to your house to make sure King was fine.


Louis: You piled into the car giving Louis a look as Mystical got into the back seat. A scowl on her face. “Why did you fight her?” Louis finally asked. Mystical shrugged. “She called me a bitch and tried to throw milk on me.” She spat out. Louis looked at you for help. “Did you hit her first?” You asked pulling out of the school parking lot. Mystical nodded, “Yeah, I punched her in the nose.” Mystical spoke with triumphant. “Did you win?” You asked ignoring the crazed look you received from Louis. “I did. She looked even worse than before.” She stated. “That’s my baby!” You exclaimed proud that your daughter handled herself well. “We are missing the point! You don’t you violence to solve your issues, Mystical.” Louis reprimanded. “That too,” you agreed. “But sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.” You gave a shrug. “What the hell? Y/N! Don’t teach her that.” You and Mystical rolled your eyes at the same time. “Yes, Dear.” You said sarcastically.

Someone Hits Your Child

Someone Hits Your Child

Liam: You shook your head as you placed the ice bag gently over his swelling eye. “You seriously won’t tell me why you got into that fight?” You asked for the third time since you picked your 17 year old son up from school. After getting a call from the principle you were shocked to here that you little baby got into a physical altercation. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You heard his deep voice say. “Jesse…” You breathed. He slumped his shoulders. “I know, mom I’m on punishment.” He got up from the table and went to his room. He knew the drill so you weren’t surprised when you went to your room and found all his electronics on your bed. Later that night when Liam of home and talked to Jesse he came into bed with a proud smile. “What?” You asked getting under the covers. “That Jake kid was talking about you.” He said simply. Intrigued you turned his way.
“So…”

“He said he wanted to pound you into his mattress. Jesse lost it and hit him.” His side of the bed shifted. “We raised him well.” Liam added.
You quickly scooped up Jesses stuff and made the short trip to his room. Setting his electronics on the foot of his bed he looked at you confused. You kissed his forehead. “Thanks for defending my honor.”

Niall:
“A fucking fan hit you!” You exclaimed through the phone. You could here a rowdy background through the phone. Niall wanted to bring Aurora to a London concert with him. You honestly thought she’d be fine. She’s only 9 years old. Who hits a little girl. “Did you tell daddy?” You asked changing your direction from home to the stadium. “Yeah, him and Uncle Zayn are looking. But they won’t let me help.” Aurora explained. You nodded your head, “I’m around the corner babe, ok? You and I will find her.” After she responded you hung up the phone and pulled into the back entrance of the stadium. By passing all security you pushed through fans. Once you finally made it back stage you looked for Aurora, you spotted her sitting on a table with a ice pack on her cheek. “Mom!” She called when she saw you. You quickly ran to her a looked at her cheek. There was a forming purple bruise on her cheek. Anger boiled inside you. “Come on baby. Look around and tell me if you see her.” You took her by the stage entrance and had her look. “That’s her! The one with the pink hair and the yellow shirt!” You worked fast and had a security grab the bitch and bring her to the dressing room. “Tell daddy I’m in the dressing room when you see him.” She nodded and you went to handle your business.


Zayn: Lizzy hasn’t been acting herself lately. And when she came home from her date with her boyfriend you finally knew why. She had bruised arms that were tinted purple. Her eyes were tearful. “Daddy!” She sobbed crumbling to the floor. Zayn came rushing down the stairs and took one look at your daughter and you notice his eyes darken in rage. He gently picked her up. “Who did this?” He asked simply, stoking her hair. “Jamie. I wouldn’t sleep with him so he got mad. And then…” Sobs racked her body again. You and Zayn made eye contact and you nodded giving him permission. He set Lizzy down. “I’ll handle him Liz.” As he got up you quickly consoled your shaken daughter. You silently prayed that Zayn didn’t hurt the boy to bad.


Harry: “Who hit you?” You asked King you 5 year old son. You were helping him take off his shirt after it got stuck on the necklace that Harry got him when you noticed a hand print on your baby’s back. It was a deep red so you know it hurt. “Missy, she said next time I’ll come quicker when she calls my name.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Where was daddy?” You asked reaching for your phone and taking a picture of the bruise. “He had to go to the store. She usually only hits me when daddy’s gone.” You gritted your teeth as you thought about Harry’s new girlfriend Missy. They have been seeing one another for 2 years and to be honest you never really liked her. You never shared this with Harry worried he would think it was out if jealousy. “Ok baby go get into the tub.” King took off to the bathroom and you dialed Harry’s number. He picked up on the second ring. “Hey Y/N what’s up.” He was nonchalant and calm. You took a deep breathe. “Harry. I’m,” you took another breathe. “I’m trying to be cool. I am. I’m trying not to get pissed it drive down to your house and beat somebody’s ass, but I swear to god Harry.” You balled you hands into fist. “Sweetheart calm down, what’s going on?” You took another breathe. “King has a big angry red handprint on his back and he said Missy did it.” You got out. “When did you find out?” He asked. “Just now. Harry did you know about this?”


“No I promise. I didn’t know she didn’t tell me anything.” He confessed. “Yeah well apparently she hit him because he didn’t come to her quick enough.” You explain and Harry was quick to reassure you that he would handle it. He broke up with her that same night. And came to your house to make sure King was fine.


Louis: You piled into the car giving Louis a look as Mystical got into the back seat. A scowl on her face. “Why did you fight her?” Louis finally asked. Mystical shrugged. “She called me a bitch and tried to throw milk on me.” She spat out. Louis looked at you for help. “Did you hit her first?” You asked pulling out of the school parking lot. Mystical nodded, “Yeah, I punched her in the nose.” Mystical spoke with triumphant. “Did you win?” You asked ignoring the crazed look you received from Louis. “I did. She looked even worse than before.” She stated. “That’s my baby!” You exclaimed proud that your daughter handled herself well. “We are missing the point! You don’t you violence to solve your issues, Mystical.” Louis reprimanded. “That too,” you agreed. “But sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.” You gave a shrug. “What the hell? Y/N! Don’t teach her that.” You and Mystical rolled your eyes at the same time. “Yes, Dear.” You said sarcastically.