You Broke Me

~Non-Famous~

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?

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9. You Came Back

Harry:

''Dad?'' I look up from my plate and see an older man standing in the kitchen doorway. He laughs, ''Lil said I might find you here.'' Abigail stands and hugs him tightly. ''What made you come back?'' ''Well, I missed you. I remembered your birthday is in a week or so.'' I frowned. How could I not know her birthday? I push out my chair and stand up, making my way next to Abby. ''Who's this handsome gentleman?'' Her dad asks. Abby gestures to me, ''Dad, this is my boyfriend Harry.'' ''Hi, nice to meet you.'' I say sticking out my hand. He shakes it. ''You too. Now don't hurt my little girl.'' I nod and stand in silence. Abby clears her throat. ''Mom's doing better.'' ''Is she now? I'd like to go see her.'' He takes a seat on the couch while Abby rushes to change. She comes back and hands me the shirt. ''Thanks Anne.'' She says to my mum. She plants a kiss on my cheek and walks outside. Her dad soon follows. ''Bye Harry.'' He says. I wave and go to change.

*****

''Abby, I'm coming over!'' I shout into the receiver of my phone. ''He doesn't look very nice.'' ''He's my fricken dad Harry!'' ''But he left you. I think it's suspicious he all of a sudden comes back and expects it to be okay.'' ''Fine Whatever.'' She says annoyed. Then, she hangs up. I slam my phone on the table, cracking the screen. ''F*ck this.'' I mumble, throwing open the front door. I slam it behind me and walk to Abby's house. As I'm about to knock on the door, I pause. Muffled shouts are coming from inside. I walk around back and find a stone. I toss it and it hits Abby's window. I wait, and it opens. ''Abby?'' ''Harry.'' I see her sad face. Eyes red and puffy. ''What's wrong?'' I ask concerned. She takes in a shaky breath. ''My mom screwed it up. She hates him.'' I sigh, ''Come open the back door.'' She nods and closes the window. After a few seconds, the back door creaks open. I hurry inside and we sneak past her fighting parents. ''He came and she freaked.'' Abby tells me, flopping onto her bed. I close her bedroom door and sit next to her. ''It's okay.'' I say, pulling her close. She shoves me away. ''No it's not. She's a bitch. He's a ass. My whole family is f*cked up.'' I stand, ''Speaking of family, where's Lilly?'' ''She went out. She won't be back until tomorrow.'' I sit back down and pull her close. ''Listen, it's okay.'' She nods and pulls me close, kissing me passionately. Suddenly, thumping footsteps are heard and the door flings open. ''Abigail, pack your bags we're-'' Her dad freezes. ''Why are you here?'' Abigail pulls away. ''What the hell, is that boy doing here?'' I stand. ''She needs me.'' ''She doesn't need some punk-ass kid.'' My fists clench at my sides and my nostrils flare. ''Excuse me?'' He laughs, ''You heard me. Punk-ass f*cking kid.'' I'm about to lunge at her dad, but Abby grabs me. ''Harry, stop!'' ''No! He's an ass!'' ''Harry please. Stop.'' I turn and see her face upset. I freeze and calm myself. ''I'm sorry Abby.'' I turn to her dad. He's frowning. ''Get the f*ck out of here. Out of my life. Away from Abby.'' ''Dad!'' She shouts. ''GET OUT!'' He screams. I nod and walk down the stairs. I'm greeted by a sobbing Tracy. ''What's going on?'' She asks. ''He's an ass. I need to leave.'' She frowns. ''I'm sorry. Just leave for now.'' I nod and walk out the door. I see Abby's dad watching from the window. I flip him off and walk away down the street.

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