Sweet Angel

Chapter 11.

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

"Please just go." I choked out, holding my tears back.

I couldn't face him. My hands were shaking as my head kept flashing back to the night with Damon. I wanted to forget, I would do anything to forget. Damon made it hard for me to let myself fall for another guy.

I felt his body lift off the bed not saying a word. I kept my head hanging low, my eyes staring straight at the floor. I heard the door open and close, letting myself break down. The tears falling from my eyes were hot on my cheeks, burning into them. I let it all out not caring if anyone heard. I laid my head against the pillow, pulling my knees to my chest. My tears soaked into the pillowcase as I calmed my breathing. My eyes tired, my head pounding. Sleep finally taking over my body.

⚠️ Blood. That's all my eyes could focus on. Blood pouring from my skin. A pain forming on my stomach. I felt his cold hands unbuckle the button to my jeans pulling them down leaving me in my bare underwear. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, all I could do is stare at the red liquid. The only feeling I felt was numb.

"Whores get punished." He groaned his hands sliding my panties off.

I felt hopeless. Nothing in this world could save me in this moment. It all happened so fast.

All I remember was his cold hands touching my bare skin. Leaving me alone when he was finished to bleed. ⚠️

I jolted up my body sweating. I sat in the dark room breathing heavily. It was a dream except it wasn't. This all happened an it felt like I was reliving it. I wiped my hand across my face wiping the sweat droplets. My phone laying on the nightstand that was next to the bed. It was 2 in the morning.

My throat was dry needing a glass of water. I pushed my feet off the soft bed hitting the cold wooden floor. I quietly tiptoed to the door, the hallway pitched black as everyone was asleep. I walked slowly down the dark hallway not being able to see a damn thing. I felt my feet finally reach the staircase, quietly walking down trying to not wake anyone.

I saw a small light on in the kitchen from the living room. My small feet padding across the floor. In the kitchen I saw Harry, his side facing away from me, writing in a notebook. What was he doing up this late I thought. I watched as his hands moved the pen across the pages scribbling something down. His curls fell in front of his face, leaving just enough room for him to see. I leaned against the wall where the living room met the kitchen just watching. I never really took a close look at Harry before. But he was different from most guys I know. He was confusing, one minute he hated me thinking I was worthless, the next giving me a hickey. Maybe I was a weak target.

I moved my foot making the floor creak Harry's head jolting up, looking in my direction.

"Uh sorry I didn't mean to uh I just needed a glass of water." I stuttered out, staring at him. I watched as he dropped the pen closing the notebook. I walked fully into the kitchen my back turned to him as I walked around the island. I opened the glass cabinet door the cups on the second shelf. I stood on my tippy toes reaching for the glass, stretching as far as I can still not being able to reach. I huffed trying again, feeling a hand placed on my back. I looked up as Harry grabbed down a glass passing it down with a small smirk.

"T-thank you." I mumbled walking to the fridge. I opened the door grabbing the water container pouring a small glass. The room was quiet as we both just stood there. I didn't know what to say, I freaked out on him and kicked him out.

"What were you writing?" I spoke trying to ignore the awkwardness. Was it a diary? I thought to myself. I used to write in one when I was younger.

I watched as he grabbed a glass for himself not answering my question. He motioned for me to pass the water container. I finished my glass putting the dirty cup into the sink. Turning my back to him starting to leave the kitchen.

"I'll tell you on one condition." His voice stopped me. I turned around watching him walking back to where he was sitting. I nodded agreeing. His eyes pointed to the chair in front of his motioning for me to sit. I took a seat in front of him, watching him sip the water. His lips wrapped onto the glass, the water sliding down. He took his thumb wiping it across his lip.

"So Angel, tell me why you were crying." His eyes looking into mine. Were my eyes puffy, or did he hear me. Once again I was embarrassed.

"I wasn't, I have allergies." I mumbled my fingernails chipping at the red polish covering them.

I felt his cold fingertip pull underneath my chin lifting up so I was forced to look at him.

"I'm not dumb Angel." He raised his eyebrow at me. What was I supposed to say? How do I tell someone I barely know about something so personal to me. But with Harry it was hard, as if he could get it out me without trying.

"I don't like people seeing my body." I huffed out. Why did he care so much.

"That's not why, I'm getting tired of the lies Angel. I'm not gonna ask again." His voice was stern. You could tell in his voice he was annoyed with my vague answers. Annoyed I pulled away from his fingers, crossing my arms over my chest.

His hand went underneath the chair sliding it closer to him, not caring how I felt. He looked at me as he was waiting for me to answer him.

"It's true, I d-don't like anyone seeing my body, that's why I didn't w-wanna go swimming, I have trust issues. And I don't want you seeing my b-body." I stuttered trying my best to get it out. This was all embarrassing for me and I don't think Harry understood that.

"Because of a scar?" He questioned, my eyes trailing to the floor.

I nodded slowly. It wasn't just a scar. It was a reminder of a day I was weak. It was a reminder that I was never loved.

"Tell me about it." I looked up seeing his face close to me. His face was relaxed but had a look as if he was actually concerned for me.