The Deadly Seven |H.S|

Chapter 35

G'day my loves, have this mix of emotions chapter...its what I'm known for at this point xx

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"Harry, stop" I warned as he stalked closer to me, his head tilted down slightly and looking at me through his lashes.

His eyes were dark, but not the same lust filled dark I'm used to, he looked cold, unhinged, angry like all the warmth I've grown to adore has been snatched out of him.

I was taking slow steps back, but every time I moved my foot, he did the same, I darted my eyes down to see his hands clenched tight by his sides, his knuckles white, veins bulging.

"Harry?" I breathed, swallowing the lump in my throat before my breathing started to increase uncontrollably "w-what are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" he scoffed "That's precious, that ex of yours had the right idea" he smiled sadistically.

His words cut through me like a knife as my heart sank, my whole stomach felt like it had been twisted in a knot and pulled out of me.

I stumbled on my feet, taking hasty steps backwards before my back the wall and I had nowhere to go, Harry huffed amused, taking his last steps forward until he was right in front of me.

I tried to coax him to calm down "Baby, just talk to—" I was stopped abruptly when his hand came up around my throat.

"Harr—" I gasped, reaching my hand up to grab his wrist when he tightened his grip, making it near impossible to breathe.

The little to no air getting into my lungs and the familiar feeling of a hand on my throat made me start to panic, sending my brain back 7 months and my eyes started to fill with tears as I pulled at his wrist, trying to get him off of me but he was too strong.

He didn't look fazed at all, looking down at me with a bored expression while I gasped for enough air not to pass out.

He suddenly let his hand go loose, my body limping over as I tried to suck all the air in the room into my lungs.

"Stand-up" he demanded and when I didn't move, his hand grasped my jaw and pulled my head up until my body followed, pushing me into the wall and making me wince.

His hand slid to my chest, just above my boobs, pressing hard and pinning me to the wall, constricting my airflow but not as bad as before.

I was staring at Harry, pleading eyes filled with tears and I truly had no idea who was Infront of me, this isn't the man I'm falling in love with.

"You think you can go to my gang's club in that shit?" he said through gritted teeth, tilting his eyes down to my clothes.

"What are you talk—"

"I know you like them looking, you wana be fucked like a whore but I didn't think you were one" he spat out.

"What the fuck are you talking about" I cried out, trying to push off the wall but his hand was pressing me down too hard.

I never thought of Harry as someone who could hurt me, but the way he was looking at me was a look I know all too well.

He was looking at me loathingly before whispering in a chilling tone "Let's see if you still listen to a heavy hand, shall we...baby?"

That was all he said before his arm extended behind him, the back of his palm facing me, that same swift sound of force moving through the air rang in my ears as I prepared myself for the impact on my cheek.

My mind running through a million things, but one in particular... how did I let this happen to me again?

I suddenly shot up in Harry's bed, my eyes flying wide open and sucking in the harshest breath I ever had.