Abused...( A Harry Styles Fanfiction) ©

I never really understood what i did wrong, what i did to deserve a life like this...
I feel like cutting it loose sometimes, but that's what others do, and i'm not like others. I have hope. My life may be terrible right now, but things change; some for the best and others...not so much...My life is weird, but it's mine and no-one can snatch that away from me...

If you enjoy stories with suspense, unexpected plot twists, drama, love and realism...then you've picked the right story! cx


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13. Chapter 11

My eyes looked behind Harry to see a female figure standing right behind him. I couldn’t see who it was because Harry was in the way, but as she stepped forward i regretted even wondering who that person was. The eyes of my mother pierced through me, looking at me with that familiar smile you’ve all heard about. She was wearing shorts and a tank top...in winter, the crazy woman. I could feel the cold air brushing across my face as my palms began to get sweaty.

“Well then Harry i see you’ve been letting her go lose” My mum said, looking directly at me. She whispered into Harry’s ear and told him something and then slowly stepped away. I watched as her short legs, walked their way upstairs into her bedroom, and listened to the silent thud of the door closing behind her. My body began to relax once again, until i looked at Harry, sorrow filled within his eyes. He looked at me and mouthed a ‘sorry’ and then pointed upstairs. I looked at him in confusion; but soon realised that he was telling me to head on upstairs. I walked up slowly, thinking about what was going on. My feet stepped into my bedroom followed by Harry. I was just about to sit down when a large hand grabbed my shoulder and turned me around with great force. I looked up at Harry as if he was an alien. I mean what does he think he is doing? But before any words could escape through my mouth, his fist went colliding at my face. My hands instantly flew up to my face, anger and hurt written across it. I looked back up towards him, to see his foot going straight towards my stomach.  My body went flying towards the ground and groans of pain were able to be heard. A punch, a kick, another punch, another kick, a slap, then another, then another...he was out of control. I could feel tears falling down my cheeks and i tried so hard to protect myself from him, but he wouldn’t stop. Nothing could stop him...

I laid there on the floor with my knees tucked in towards my chest, small whimpers escaping my lips every now and then. My face wet from all the tears that were shed, and my throat hoarse from yelling in pain. My eyes slowly moved towards his, he looked emotionless, like nothing happened, as if he didn’t feel bad, but then maybe he didn’t, maybe he thought i deserved this. His head quickly turned and he just walked put. Just like that. Not once did he look back, no, he just walked on by.

My body felt weak, and my mind began to drift away into its own private land, as i silently fell asleep covered in bruises, from someone who i never expected to get them from...from the guy that said he would never hit a girl. So much for that.

I woke up to someone shaking me awake. “Wake up!”Someone yelled straight into my ear. It was a feminine voice so i am pretty sure it’s my mothers. She stood up straight so that her legs were in view. That’s when i noticed the scars on her leg. Not small ones, big ones, and they seemed quite fresh. My mother saw me look and quickly yelled, drawing my attention back to what she was saying. I rubbed my eyes and slowly sat up as my body was so sore from yesterday’s events.

“I..um...i need to go somewhere, i don’t know when i will be back, but yeah...i..um..yeah. So you yeah, just stay here...um..okay..I’m off” She hurriedly said. I looked at her with confusion as she quickly scampered away. She’s never acted this way, and the way she tried to get my attention away from her scars. I think she’s got something going, something i don’t know about, and that’s why she was away for so long. But i couldn’t give two craps about where she was. She can go to hell for all i care. It’s not like one of those things when the mother beats the crap out of you-like in the movies- only for her to end up being close to death in the next scene and suddenly the girl (or boy) that was the victim suddenly cares! Like with those cheesy lines like “i can’t help but care, she is my mother after all” But that is not the situation here. I would most gladly accept her death in a matter of minutes, and then i would move one. Call me mean, call me cruel, but that is who i am.

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