Don't Let Me Go

Brielle never knew running away from her abusive mother would just lead to more and more drama. She's not a slut, she just can't help it. She's gullible. But what happens when her experiences turn her into a stone cold killer?


12. Harry

I'm about 2 months pregnant now, I'm starting to change and not for the better. I have a small stomach. My mind isn't working right. What am I doing? Liam's gone for a few hours a Niall went to the mall. Harry came over. He's changing too. What am I getting myself into? I answered the door and Harry walked in. We instantly started to make out. After about 5 minutes we were both in the bed, Our naked bodies stuck together as He started to thrust into me and so on. About an hour Later I got dressed in a simple tank top and shorts. Harry was still in the bed, naked.

" Where do you think you're going? I'm not done yet."

"To get something to drink, and yes you are." I walked out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen, I got a glass and filled it with faucet water. When I turned around Harry was standing right behind me, fully dressed. "Want some wa- " I was cut off my a bad pain on the left side of my face. Harry slapped me. I fell to the ground holding my cheek. He grabbed my collar and made me look at him.

"When I Say I'm not finished, I'm not finished." I got another blow to the face, this time it was a fist. I lay on the cold ground in front of him, crying, he stooped do to my level. "awe honey don't cry, after all you deserve it for not listening. " He kicked me in the leg, my face was bleeding and bruised. "fuck you, and fuck the kid, tell anyone about this and you are dead." He kicked me again as hard as he could in the the stomach. I felt sick. "Your nothing but trash too bad Liam can't see that" He smirked Happy with himself and left. I got up from the blood soaked floor, holding my stomach, I limped out of the door and tried my best to make my way down the street to Zayn and Perrie's. I finally got there, I couldn't limp anymore I collapsed on their porch, I spoke as loud as I could which was barely above a whisper. 

"Zayn. Perrie." That wasn't working everything was becoming blurry and slow motion. I heard a car door slam and then a girl's scream. Perrie. I couldn't move to see who's behind me. My hands were still tightly wrapped around my stomach, my eyes closed and wouldn't open again. I could feel Zayn carrying me and Perrie's soothing yet panicked voice.

"Its ok, everything's going to be ok. We are gonna get you to the Hospital and they are going to fix you Bri" Then I felt the soft cushioning of their backseat and then the engine starting up. Next I heard Zayn's voice.

"Bri, come on stay with us you need to tell us who did this, there are bruised in the shapes of hands on your face. Tell us please" No Answer, I felt Perrie start to brush the hair out of my face and stroke my cheek, my arms still wrapped tightly around my stomach. I felt her gaze move to my arm's and she lifted up my shirt revealing the biggest bruise on my body, she started to cry, she didn't know I was pregnant, no one did but me, Liam, and Harry.

"It's d-dead he killed it" Where the only words I could find, I wasn't worried about myself, I was worried about my baby, that's who I was crying for.

"What dead?" I heard Perrie say in a confused yet scared voice.

"I-I'm pregnant, and h-he killed my b-baby" I heard Perrie break down in a dramatic sob.

"W-who did this?" By the sound of Zayn's voice I could tell he was trying hard not to cry. I started to pass out but before I did I managed to whisper one word.

"H-harry" I passed out.

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