You Broke Me


Abigail Thompson stands out. She cuts and cries. Why? Because the popular teens bully her to no end. They call her horrible names and hurt her. Worst of all, she has no one to go to. Her mom is an alcoholic, and her dad left her. She has one friend, Sarah, but she's afraid Sarah may be drifting away from her. So when Harry Styles, one of the worst bullies, starts to flirt with her, Abigail feels threatened. He bullied her for years. But will she change her heart, and is he actually wanting her?


10. No Way


''I'm not going anywhere!'' I scream, as my dad throws clothes out of my closet. He turns, his face red. ''You'll do what I say!'' ''No! You can't just come back after 12 years and suddenly take control!'' He moves foreword, and grabs my wrist tightly. ''I'm your father! Now listen to me and pack!'' He roughly lets go, throwing me aside. I fall to the ground. I examine my bruised wrist and stand up. ''You're nothing.'' I say loud enough for him to hear. ''Excuse me?'' ''You heard me. Nothing.'' He storms toward me, but I duck out of his reach. I manage to get out of my room and into the living room, my dad close behind. ''MOM!'' I scream in fear. She looks up and gasps. ''Eric! What the hell are you doing?'' He freezes. ''She won't listen to me.'' ''Why is she screaming and crying?'' I show her my wrist and she frowns, ''He did that?'' I nod and back up, as she marches toward him. ''What is wrong with you?'' She shouts through gritted teeth. He crinkles his face, ''I'll do what I please. She's my daughter too.'' ''You left her! She wants nothing to do with you!'' I nod and grab my mom's wrist. ''Come on! Let's go!'' I whisper frantically, as my dad turns away. She nods, grabs her purse and we sneak out the front door.


"I only have my phone and my purse.'' I tell my mom. She sighs and we continue walking down the empty street. ''We can stop at Harry's.'' I suggest. She turns to me, ''Will it be okay?'' ''I don't now.'' We walk a little further until we reach Harry's house. I bring my hand up to the door and knock. Only a few seconds pass before it swings open. ''Harry?'' Anne asks. I shake my head. ''Sorry, no. Where's Harry?'' ''I don't know. He didn't come back.'' My jaw drops. ''Can my mom stay with you while I look?'' She nods and escorts my mom inside. The door closes and I turn, rushing down the sidewalk. I stop at a park bench and pull out my phone, dialing Harry's number. No response. He must not have brought it. I stand up and continue walking. I reach the lake and decide to search there. I roam around the field and look. Nothing. As I'm exiting, I hear humming. I follow the sound and reach a large willow tree. I peek around the thick trunk and spot Harry, eyes closed, laying on his back. I sit next him and hum along to his tune. His eyes open and he smiles, ''Hello. How'd you find me?'' I shrug, ''I decided to look around. Why didn't you go home?'' ''I didn't want to.'' ''Your mom's worried.'' He sighs, ''I needed some alone time. What's going on with your dad?'' ''Me and my mom left. She's at your place.'' He nods, ''Will you be staying too?'' ''Of course!'' He pulls me next to him and I curl up close. He wraps his arm around me. I close my eyes, but they shoot open when I hear shouting. ''Abigail Marie Thompson! What are you doing!'' I sit up quickly, and see my dad storming over. ''I thought I told him to stay away!'' I turn to Harry, ''Run!'' He stands up, pulling me up with him. We bolt across the field and past my dad. ''Wait!'' He screams. ''Get back here!'' I laugh as Harry and I run down the sidewalk, away from my pissed off dad. When we finally reach his house, we're panting and out of breath. ''Quick, inside.'' He says, opening the door. I walk in and he cautiously closes it behind him.

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