I Can Love You More Than Him

I love Dillian? Right? Or do I just love who he used to be? Maybe he's not the man who he used to be. I mean that Dillian would never hit me. But Dillian has changed. And then there's Harry...


4. Now I'm Stronger

ok this chapter is a little late but here it is. Thank you all for reading and commenting. Please keep reading and commenting what u think. ~Nicole --------------------------------------------------------------------

Mily's POV
I watched both boys fall to the ground. There was a booming snap of a bone breaking. I shot from the couch, screaming in horror. The boys now wresstled on the floor but in an instant Harry had pinned Dillian to the floor. He drew his arm back. The sickening sound of flesh connecting with flesh filled the room as Harry punched Dillian over and over again. Blood gushed from Dillians nose and flowed over his mouth, some of it dripping between his slightly parted lips. Harry punched him again and a gash opened on Dillian's forehead. His eyes slowly closed and he slipped into unconscienceness. The sight of all that blood made me pale.
"STOP!" I shouted at Harry. Harry's fist stopped in mid-air and his head snapped toward me. His eyes filled with rage and a semi-madness that made my heart pump. "I'm sorry." I yelped, my eyes brimming with tears. I burst from the house, running as fast as my feet could carry me. Kaelyn had already left. Such a friend she was. I thought sarcasticaly.
I heard running feet behind me. "Mily! Please wait!" Harry yelled. I didn't stop I ran through the vacant streets and rounded a corner, which of course led me to a dead end. An alley. I stopped abruptly and turned around to face Harry, who was red faced and panting from running.
"Why did you run?" Harry asked looking at me worridly. I shook my head.
"I don't know. I just-" I looked into his eyes, which was a mistake. His green orbs sparkled in thr late afternoon sky. They glinted with the perfect amout of light. They pulled me closer, trapping me in his gaze.
"I'm sorry, Mily. I didn't mean to get so angry back there." Harry apologised, pulling his hand through his curls his fingers catching a clump of hair.
"I know." I said carefully keeping my eyes on the ground. Suddenly Harry's fingers lifted my chin so that I was once again staring into his beautiful green eyes.
"Does he always treat you like that?" His voice was serious and demanded an answer. I simply nodded my head. Harry's face fell. He pulled me into a tight hug and I wraped my arms around his waist. "Don't let him." Harry whispered in my ear, his breath tickling my delicate skin. Everything shifted. Just those three words made my heart flutter with inward strength. "I won't." I promised, feeling the warmth of Harry's body aginst mine.
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