The new guy

"Oh that guy? He’s new. He hasn’t talked to anyone since he got here. Guess he’s shy. Oh shit he’s looking turn around." "You know what I heard? That he’s crazy. People say he talks to himself." "Maybe he’s not that bad you guys. I’m going to go talk to him." … "Hi, I’m Katie." He gave me a smile that sent shivers through my body. "Hi, I’m Harry"


6. Chapter 5

I felt a strong grip on my wrist. It all happened so quickly that I couldn’t grasp what was happening.
He pulled me away and started yelling.
He lifted his arm, I flinched, but I never got hit.
"LET GO OF HER!" I heard a growl from behind Zac.
Before I could say anything, Harry flung himself at Zac.
Zac is a pretty big guy, but Harry managed to knock him over. Zac right back up and started throwing punches at Harry.
Harry was fighting back, but Zac was pretty strong. I pulled one of Zac’s arms to catch his attention.
I shouldn’t have.
He pulled me away from Harry, who was lying motionless on the bridge.
Tears started falling from my eyes. This was all my fault. I should’ve stayed away from him. I should’ve listened to Zac.

He threw me against a building. He had already slapped me multiple times, that blood was rushing from my mouth.
"You fucking whore. Did you fuck him already huh ? HUH?"
He pulled my hair to make me look at him.
I was crying hysterically that I didn’t even know if he understood me.
He kneeled down and soften his grip on my hair.
"Baby I love you. I hate doing this to you," he kissed my cheek, "But if you’re going to go around and not do what I tell you too, than I have to teach you a lesson."
He got back up and left.
"I expect you to not talk to him again. If you do, it’ll be worse next time. I promise."
I heard his car leave and I was stuck there by myself.
I couldn’t help but just cry. What was I getting my self into? Maybe I should just break up with him. But I was to scared that this would happen again, or worse. He would hurt Harry again.
I ran back to the park, and found it empty. There was a spot of blood on the bridge, probably Harry’s.
On my walk back home, all I could think about was if Harry was okay. I could never forgive myself if something really bad happened to him.
My phone kept ringing and when I finally checked, Harry had called and texted me multiple times.
One of his texts read, “Are you ok? Where are you ?!? I’m sorry Love.”
I had to make this stop. I couldn’t stand him being hurt. 

By the time I got home, my Dad was already at his study, so I didn’t have to worry about him seeing me.
I ran up to the bathroom in my room.
When I looked in the mirror, a tear fell out again.
My left cheek was swollen and red. My right eye was partially black and most of my face was covered in blood.
I quickly cleaned off my face as best I could.
I got into my pjs and went to bed.
I feel asleep crying and to the sound of my phone ringing. 

~Next Morning~
My cheek was looking normal again, but there was no denying the black eye. I had no idea what I was going to say to my Dad.
I walked down the stairs preparing a fake story to cover up my black eye.
"Morning Dad."
"Morning Hon- Woa, what happened to your eye?"
He put a look of concern on his face.
"We were just um…playing football with the boys yesterday and um, it got a little rough."
The concern washed away, a stern face came back.
"This is why you should never play with boys sweetie, they get to competitive."
"Yea," I hesitated remembering last night, "I see that now."
At 10:55, my Dad got from the table to leave.
He walked towards the door and when he opened it, I heard another voice, but all I could pick up was;
I couldn’t help but wonder who it was. I got up to go peek outside, considering that the stranger must have left by now.
Instead I was scared half to death when I saw Harry standing in my living room.
He had his hands in his pockets. Suprisingly, his face was clear of any bruises. Weird?
"Holy shi….Harry ? What are you doing here?"
He quickly walked over to me and touched my face gently.
He looked pissed off and about ready to punch something.
"Ye-," I thought about it, "No."
He raised an eyebrow, not sure whether to believe me or not.
"Are you sure? Than what happened?"
He crossed his arms, a look of wonder, still on his face.
I thought of the worst exuse ever.
"I fell down the stairs when I got home."
I searched his face. He frowned at me, clearly not believing me.
"It was dark ok!"
I walked away from him, I couldn’t drag him into this anymore.
"I do not believe you Katie. How many years have you lived in this house? And how come you casually fell RIGHT AFTER what happened yesterday."
He walked towards me and turned me around, his hands on each side of my face.
"I don’t want anyone hurting you."
For the first time since I met him, his face was full of concern and softness.
I did what I had to.
"I don’t need you protecting me. That’s what I have Zac for. "
I made sure my voice was as cold as it possibly could be.
He looked suprised, like someone had just slapped him in the face. He let go of me and took a step back. Hurt clear in his eyes.
"You were right the first day I met you, I got dared to talk to you. I just can’t believe it lasted this long."
"But I…I thought we…"
He looked down. It was killing me seeing him like this. It took all the courage I had in me to say the last part.
"What, did you actually think that you and I had something? Haha! What makes you think that someone like ME would go for a guy like YOU."
He looked up, a smirk on his face. That, I did not expect.
"Love, you truly are a good actor. But see the problem is, I know the type of person you are. And this isn’t it. If you really want me to stay away from you, than Fine. But brake up with Zac first."
"What are yo-"
He didn’t let me finish

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