Piece Of My Heart

Mollie Maloy is just a normal girl caught up in the dream of moving to london and becoming a photographer, But when her dream comes true everything may change along-side her passion.

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15. Drunk

Mollie's P.O.V*

I rested my eyes and dug my head deep into the pillow only listening to the faint static of the radio. My thoughts were a jumbled mess. Recent words and sentences were scattered in my brain like a puzzle. Why did Harry go? But more importantly, where did he go? He seemed upset with himself like he did something wrong with the proposal but honestly there is nothing more romantic than what happened today. Soon the cramping in my stomach died down just enough for me to sleep. Now two hours have passed since I last woke from my slumber and still no Harry. I rested my dried eyes and waited for him. Harry never came home. I dialed his number but no answer. I tried his cell again but he didn't pick up. I finally found enough nerve to call his sister, Gemma, but she was just as confused as me. I watched a little t.v. and I guess I slipped off back to sleep thank god because I can't help but worry for him.

"Hey babe." I heard Harry's voice drunk and muffled through my clogged ears and blurry vision.

Harry lifted me from my butt and kissed me violently. I jerked away when I tasted the salt on his lips. He was wasted.

"Harry stop!" I screamed.

"Shut up." He whispered as his hands explored my body.

"Please Harry, you don't know what you're doing." I screamed loud enough so maybe the neighbors could hear.

Harry slammed me on the bed again making my stomach hurt worse.

"Stop, not tonight!" I yelled loudly.

"Shut up bitch" He mumbled in a gravely voice.

I have never seen Harry like this. I have never seen him drunk.

I was in pain already and now Harry was inside of me making my whole body ache. I felt so helpless and needy.....in need for help.

"Please stop." I said between his kisses.

His only answer was vacant moans and snorts through his nose. I feel discusted by his actions and unlike before he was not gentle and considerate. I felt the blood roll off the white sheets and my head felt hot and my vision went black. I was now gone. Atleast until morning but Harry was lost, gone, never to return atleast until he turned back sober.

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