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


6. Chapter 5

I woke up to the blinding shine of the sun that was peeking through my bedroom window right in front of me. I had actually slept quite well, shocking, i know. I looked around just to make sure that i wasn’t transported to another location in the time i was asleep. Last time i was unconscious or had no clue what was going on i ended up here and well, you know the rest. The bag of food sat next to me as i slowly got up and sat up. I managed to get onto my feet and hop onto my bed for a little bit of comfort. I mean, if i was going to stay here i might as well get comfortable, seeing as i didn’t get the snazzy vehicle i was hoping for. What has this world come to?

This was getting boring. Sitting in a room doing nothing. Depressing really... It was around 7 O’ Clock in the morning i think. I didn’t quite know the exact time because i didn’t have a clock or a watch. My last clock broke because my mother had thrown it on the floor in anger the night before. I was so deep in thought replaying the incident that took place that horrific night in my head over and over again; that i didn’t realise that my mother was standing in front of me tapping here foot onto the ground at a steady pace getting impatient.

I gazed up towards her. Slap! She flung her hand across my face just for the sake of it. I could tell she was enjoying this. Causing me an immense amount of pain every day, you could call it her hobby now. My heart began to beat faster afraid of what she would do to me today. Yesterday she only had half the day to beat me because the other half i was being kidnapped. Today was different, not good different, bad different. Today she had the whole day, the whole day to hurt me, bully me, beat me, hit me, do anything she wanted with me. That was the thing that scared me. She could do anything she wanted. She could kill me; but i know she wouldn’t do that. She would keep me to suffer. She enjoyed seeing me in an unbearable state.

“Harry, get in here!” She yelled, looking at the door expecting someone to enter. Who was Harry? I have never known anyone called Harry in my whole life, so who was this?

My eyes trailed away from my mother and looked at the door waiting for someone to come through. A tall boy, with piercing green eyes and soft curly chocolate crown hair walked in. I instantly recognised the boy, it was him the one who brought me the food, the one that i shouted at and not to mention the one who kidnapped me. He strolled into the room slowly not once looking at me. He walked up to mother and stood beside her waiting for her to carry on.

“I am guessing you two have met before. Am i right?” My mother said, knowing full well that i had met this boy before. I nodded my head slowly looking up at her. “Good, good...so onto the more important stuff. I am going to be going somewhere for a few days. I am telling you this because you are my daughter and i am your mother,” she said in a matter of fact tone. Well if that’s my mother then she is one heck of a mother! So she decided to be all motherly now, she is the best mother ever (please tell me you note the sarcasm)

I looked back up into her dull grey eyes waiting for her to continue because right now i don’t see how this Harry boy has anything to do with this at all. “While i am gone, Harry here is going to be in charge of you. You will do as he says and he will full fill all my regular beatings for me while i am gone.” Mother carried on. She turned her body so that it was now facing Harry. “And you...” she said, pointing at Harry with her long witch like fingers. “Will punch her, hit her, smack her, kick her, beat her, pound her, scratch her till she is black and blue! Got that, cause her all the pain in the world! Give her food once a day! I want her alive when i come back. I can’t let you have all the fun!” She said smugly, laughing at the end. Wow, just wow...what has this woman come to? She has some sick twisted up heart and brain for sure.

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