Don't Look Back // H.S au

Chapter 8

taylor's POV

"Who's Mike?"

Mike. Harry knew. How do I even begin to explain?

"He.. uh he.."

"F**king spit it out Taylor," he spat, pulling my face round so I was looking at him.

Fear. There it was again. Coursing through me veins, paralysing me. Harry's eyes bore into mine, as if he could see inside me and knew already, I felt totally exposed.

"M my step dad," I whispered. Harry's eyes hardened, clenched his jaw and I saw nothing but anger. He slowly drew his hand from my cheek.

"What. The f**k, did he do you?" He spat. His eyes, I tore my gaze from his and glanced down at my stomach. God this hurt so much, I'd boxed this part of my life up and I wasn't ready to open up again. Not so soon. Didn't look like I had much choice.

I sighed, pulling up the hem of the shirt I was wearing to reveal the scars. Dark purple and green covered my abdomen and up one side - some were new - a jagged scar over my hip.

Harry took in a sharp breath beside me. I glanced upwards, trying to stop yet more tears, and failing.

I felt his touch and looked down. He traced the scar with his fingers, then running them along my bruised skin. I sucked in a sharp breath when he pressed, tears kept coming.

"He did this?" Harry asked quietly, looking right at me. His green eyes full of something I didn't quite understand. He saw me, really saw me. All of me. I felt calm for a second.

"Some of it.." my voice was barely a whisper.

"Me?"

I nodded slightly, biting down on my lip, not meeting his gaze.

His jaw clenched, his hands in fists so tight his knuckles turned white. He stood up and was at the door in a few paces. Suddenly he stopped and turned toward me. His gaze empty of emotion.

"What's his last name?"

"M m marshal," I said, mentally slapping myself for sounding so weak, I didn't need pity.

I looked at Harry, less terrified from a distance. He slammed his fist against the door scaring the living hell out of me. He turned away from me and I couldn't help feeling uneasy.

I shut my eyes tight, I could hear Mike's voice in my mind,deafening. 'Slut' 'Bitch' 'Worthless'. I could feel his dirty hands on me. I was shaking, panicking. I felt hands on mine, pulling them away from my face. I don't even remember putting them there but my nails were dug into my skin, stinging and no doubt leaving more marks. I still couldn't open my eyes.

"There's clothes in the bathroom, shower if you want."

When I opened my eyes he was gone.

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