Beauty and the Beast?

He's feared, no one has the courage to talk to this boy, besides his few friends. He's known as the bad boy at his school, not a bad boy, the bad boy. Everyone thought he couldn't change-well- that was until Grace Belle moved to town. Something triggers both of them and they realize, they have a connection. Grace and Harry both start hanging around one another and well, maybe that's not all so good. Harry's danger, and his life is a danger to anyone around him, especially someone he's in love with. Now he has to figure out a way to keep Grace safe, but that might not work considering, she might be in more danger than imagined. Plus what would happen if Grace and Harry both made little side romances that might mean more than you would guess.

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18. Chapter 14

 

  ~Grace's P.O.V~

 I remember every little aspect of the day that I lost my mother. It was late May and the rain was pounding down so hard on the ground that it sounded like a gun shot. I was sitting in math class listening to the lecture the teacher was giving when my father appeared at the door with red eyes. Then I knew, my mother was gone. Fear was the first thing that took over my body like a drug. I didn't have the one person whom I loved most in the world to stay with me during the toughest times I'd have to experience. It was horrible. Now, fear had me again, it felt as if t were choking me slowly wanting to kill me. But my question is, would I want it to?

 "Grace! It's time for dinner!" Will yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Perrie drove me home in the afternoon, I really just needed to come home. I didn't want to tell anything about the message to Harry, so I didn't. I stayed in my room all day and when my father asked why, I just told him that I was tired. Now, I did have to eat or else Will and my father would think something was going on, which it was.

  "I'll be done in a minute!" I replied. I got up from my bed and marched down stairs. The table was set and my father smiled.

  "There's another letter from Reagan," my father said. He handed me the envelope. I opened the envelope and read the words.

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 Dear, Grace,

  Awesome! I'll see you in about a week, and you're right about the water pipe, that's the Grace I know. Anyway, I'll see you soon!

 -Reagan

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  It was a short letter but it was a letter. I ate with my father and Will in silence but then walked back up to my room. I took a shower then put on the same pair of pyjama's I always put on. Then there was a knock on the glass door. No doubt in my mind it was Harry. I walked up to the door and twisted the knob opening the door. There stood Harry, I was correct. He seemed basically out of breathe. Then he did his famous grunt. He bent forward like he was going to fall, I caught him in time before anything actually happened. I guided him to bed where he shook his head.

 "I'm fine," he said but then grunted.

  "No, you aren't,"

  "I'm not," Harry said.

 "Did your parents h-hurt you again?" I stuttered. Harry nodded and grunted again. I removed Harry's leather jacket then his black top. His back was completely dripping with blood. It was wound after wound that poured our with blood. "What did they do?" I asked feeling my eyes get moist.

  "My father took a belt and well-you know exactly what happened," Harry said. I didn't ask him anything else since it looked like it hurt to speak. I walked to the bathroom and got  a cloth with water. Harry sat up on the bloody bed knowing I was going to clean him up. I pressed the cloth against his skin and it took him every ounce of strength not to wince.

  "This is getting worse," I said dabbing faster, luckily with the amount of pressure I applied to the wound, the bleeding slowly stopped. Once I was finished Harry's skin seemed pretty raw. He looked paler than usual, it must've been the blood loss. I removed the bloody sheets and covered Harry's wounds with a few bandages. I laid him down on the bed.

  "Go to sleep," I said giving him a kiss on the forehead. He placed his hand on mine when I rested it on his bare chest. His eyes were almost grey from again, the blood loss. "You're so perfect," he said drowsily. I laid down next to him and began running my fingers through his wild curly locks. I decided to stop when I thought Harry was finally asleep.

  "Don't stop that," he said squinting his eyes open. I nodded and began repeating the same action over and over again until I heard him snore.

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  Harry's P.O.V

  I don't believe in falling in love. I can't fall in love. I just don't know if I don't want to fall in love. Grace is just so amazing. Every time I see her my heart flutters and I feel like a 14 year old girl around her crush. This wasn't what Grace needed, I've known that from the start. I need a distraction from my feelings getting stronger. I know this isn't right but... I think I found my distraction... I've known her for a while so I don't actually know if she's my 'distraction' on purpose. But I know that if Grace finds out I'm trying to get closer to Mariah, she may not be the only broken one. How am I even saying this? No girl has ever done anything like this to me. I guess I just don't know what I'll do if this doesn't work out how I plan it too. To be honest I don't know how I want it to end but I know that right now, I want Grace in it. Just how do I start that ending off trying to turn my attention on another girl?

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