Stop hurting me

" why don't you love me!" He screamed violently, clenching his fists.
" how do you expect me to love you when you keep hurting me!" I struggled to yell back. He through another punch at my head, and it all went black.


3. 3

I woke up light headed, looking around the small room I was placed in. Cold shivers went down my spine as I noticed the draft in the room. I huffed, pulling the covers I was under closer to my body. I hated this place so much, I've been here so long it's hard to remember when he dragged me to this place. I was pulled from my thoughts when the door was pushed open, and he stood in the door way. To be more specific, Harry stood in the door way. I gulped, sitting up and shuffling to the corner and watching his every move as he approached me. " now, now, it's alright" he cued. He always did this when he wanted something from me, usually sex. " what do you want" I mumbled and tried to somehow move further away from him. He sat on the edge of the bed looking at me with an unreadable expression. " I want you to come here" he said patting his lap. I shook my head " come on love, I thought you were going to be a good girl" he said giving me another chance. " why? That would make you happy wouldn't it? If I were a good girl? You should now more than anyone else the last thing I want is for you to be happy." I spat. His eyes grew dark. " don't talk to me like that" he growled as he forcefully hit my cheek. I looked at him as his eyes grew darker, because I showed no emotion to his abuse. " fine" he said as he stood and grabbed the top of my arm, pulling me off the bed " I was going to be nice ebony, but I guess you don't want nice do you?" He yelled and slammed me into the wall. " all I ever wanted from you was for you to love me" he yelled again as he punched me in stomach. I groaned and wrapped my arms around my stomach. " that's it, but you just couldnt do that could you baby girl?" His fist smashed into my jaw, the force making me fall to the ground " you couldn't love me" he yelled again. Kicking me repeatedly, over and over until I couldn't move anymore. I looked up at him with pained eyes, he growled as he stormed off, slamming the door behind him.

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