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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7. Chapter 6

I looked up at Harry, fear written all over my face, he was much bigger and stronger than mother. That means he will hit me harder than mother. This is not going to be good at all...

“Right so I’m off,” mother said cheerfully and strolled out of the room. She suddenly stopped by the door.

“Oh wait, I forgot to do something,” she skipped back into my bedroom and carried on skipping till she had reached me. She looked at me, too a sharp breath and slapped me across the face and punched me in the stomach. I hunched down in pain and saw Harry jolt up in terror. Couldn’t blame him, she was pretty scary.

I rubbed my belly as my mother skipped her way back out. I heard her drag something down the stairs, probably her suitcase, and heard her slam the door as she left. I looked up at Harry scared about what he might do to me. He looked at me quickly worry gleaming from his eyes. He ran out of the room in a flash. I began to panic, my heart beat quickened. What was he going to do? What if he was going to get a knife? Or a gun? What if he was bringing some friends to help him beat me? What if this was my last day to live? What if he was going to take me and bury me alive? Thoughts ran through my head in the speed of Usain Bolt! I heard footsteps speed their way back up again. My heart began to beat faster and faster. My breathing was getting unsteady. I think i was hyperventilating. My hands were trembling in fear. Think of flowers and beautiful sceneries. No it was no use. The thoughts just popped back up in my head. My head suddenly jerked up to the sound of the door slowly creaking. Oh no...

My whole body was now trembling in fright. Harry slowly walked in. I looked down towards his hands to make sure he wasn’t carrying anything. I looked down...oh; it’s just a first aid box. Wait, what? I did a double take and just simply stared and the boy standing in front of me. Why would he bring a first aid box? I carried on staring at him.

“Why?” The words escaped my mouth before I could stop it from coming out; I did want to know why he had a first aid box though. It was obviously to help me but I just didn’t understand why he would be helping me when he was ordered to not help me and cause me pain, not heal my pain!

“I felt bad, I didn’t want to cause you pain; I was obliged to cause you pain. I didn’t have a choice! I am definitely not following your mothers’ orders...for sure. She is insane! A lunatic! Out of her mind!” He went on rambling about how crazy my mother was. I just sat back and enjoyed listening to him talk about my mother in the way that he was.

He stopped talking and came closer towards me. I looked up still afraid about whether he is actually a nice guy or another ‘lunatic’ as he put it, like my mother. I had a few open cuts on my arms and my legs. Harry came and sorted them all out.  That was when I looked into his piercing green orbs...

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