Bruised. (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 11

Jacey's POV

“Harry..he’s here again..” My body trembled in fear once again. As soon as we got off the ride, Harry and I ran as fast as our legs could carry us. We ran through groups of people and food stands.  

I could hear grunting behind us, he was coming for us. Harry took out his phone and handed it to me. “If we get lost, you’ll have my phone!” He said as we kept running. We ran around a rollercoaster and stayed there to catch our breaths. “Don’t let him catch me Harry..” I started to cry.

“Shhh...I won’t let-“

I felt someone tug my shirt pulling me back and grabbing me by the waist. Before I could scream a rough hand covered my mouth.

Harry tried punching my dad in the face but my dad kicked him in the groin. Harry yelled out in pain and fell to the floor.

My eyes widened, I tried to kick my feet but my dad dug his nails into me causing me to whimper.

“Thought you could leave me hmm?” He whispered, his voice hoarse. “You better follow me to the car, if you don’t I will shoot your little boyfriend once I get you back home. Okay sweetie?” Tears poured down my face as I looked at Harry. He doesn’t deserve to die..

I nodded my head in agreement and followed my dad to his car that I knew so well.  Once I got in my dad took me to our house that was two hours away, the whole time there I silently cried.

He’s going to kill me. He’s going to kill me. He’s going to kill me..

“You’re definitely going to get it this time, slut.” He hissed.

I bit my lip to stop the tears.

Don’t tell him you’re weak Jacey. You can do this..

Once we arrived at the house my dad yanked me into the house causing me to hit the ground. I screamed for help but I knew no one could hear me.  

It was then till I realized that I had Harry’s phone. It gave me an idea. I knew I couldn’t do it now. So I have to hide the phone.  I took out the phone and slid it under the couch before my dad could see me.

Maybe I have some hope…

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My body was weak, my face was tear stained. I felt violated once again, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I curled up in a ball and thought about the boys and Eleanor. I wish they were here. I hope they find me. The only thing is they don’t deserve to go through this, maybe they should just forget about me. Maybe I do deserve this…even though I love them as a family.

But Harry…

He’s different.

I got dressed in baggy torn up clothes and snuck out of my bedroom, and into the living room where I hide the phone under the couch, where my dad was sleeping. I gulped and crawled into the living room. Every move I made scared me even more.

I slowly reached under the couch. My hands searched for it. I squinted my eyes and realized how far away the phone was, I guess I’m not getting it tonight.

I sighed and crawled back to my room. I dug into my closet and found my song book that was left here. I decided to write a song, since I had nothing better to do. 

I dedicated the song to my mum, and my sister as well.  The day they died was the day part of me disappeared. I truly missed them and would do anything to have my mum and sister back.

A tear rolled down my cheek.

No one ever said life would be easy..