8. Chapter 5.
WARNING: This chapter contains Violence.
"What no Please-e-e. I'm s-s-sorry" I stuttered. Harry looked scary. Really scary. His green eyes were now a shade of brown.Red with anger. Omg. What have I done. I'm so so so stupid. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Harry came close to me and kicked me in the guts. I fell down. Tears streaming down my face. "You think you could get away by saying sorry" Harry yelled. He kicked me again and again.
I was screaming louder every time he kicked me. He picked me up by my hair and threw my on the bed. He slapped me until my face went red. He punched me. He went to the bathroom and got a blade. He pulled up my leggings till the thigh and cut me. Deeper and Deeper. Making me screaming louder and louder. Finally He stopped and threw the blade in the bin.
"If you talk to me like that or you talk to my friends like that. MORE PAIN WILL BE CAUSED TO YOUR LITTLE BODY" He screamed in my face.
"Yes Mr.Styles" I cried. He picked me up on last time and threw me against the wall. Causing the glass shelf to break and cause a scar on my forehead. He walked over to me. I slid down against the wall and pulled my legs to my face. I started crying. He sat down next to me and pulled me onto his lap. I tried getting off but he was too strong. "Do you want more pain" He spat. "No Mr.Styles" I muttered. "Then stay still" He said.
He kissed my neck and bite my earlobe lightly. He turned me around so I was facing him. I looked down. He put his finger underneath my chin and lifted my face up so I was looking at him. I still choose to ignore meeting his eyes. "Look at me Baby" He half whispered. I still didn't wanna meet his piercing eyes so I ignored him."LOOK AT ME I SAID" He shouted. I met his eyes. They were back to normal now. He looked to innocent.He took my face in his hands and kissed me lightly. He pulled back after a few seconds and stood up.He looked at me one last time and left the room locking it behind."Great" I muttered and leaned against the wall.
My body was full of pain. After 10 mins, a young man came in.He was holding a first aid kit. He sat next to me and started fixing my bruises and wounds. I didn't say a word nor did he. I guess he was the family doctor. After fixing me he finally spoke "Mr. Styles said go to your room and get ready before 7:00". "Why?" I asked. "Because Mr.styles and the rest of the people are going out for dinner". I nodded. I got off the floor and walked to my room. I closed the door and slid down.
I have to get out of here. As soon as possible. And maybe this night out, will be my chance to escape. I smile took over my face. "I'm looking forward to this dinner".