Bruised. (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 12

Jacey's POV

The next morning bruises were once again covering my body. The purple and blue tint made the bruise look horrifying, and honestly. It was.  I ran my hand through my hair. My eyes roamed around the room and landed upon a family photo. I got off the bed and slowly walked to it. I picked up the fragile photo frame.  My little sister, my mum, my dad and I were all smiling in pure happiness, as if our life’s were perfect. Like nothing could tear our family apart.

Well we sure were in for a surprise weren’t we?

“I miss you guys…” I whispered staring at the photo of my family and I. Or what my family used to be.

I set it back down carefully and walked to the door way, I walked slowly and peered around the hallway corner. My dad must of went to work.

That’s when I knew I had the chance to grab the iPhone. I got on my knees and reached under the couch. Empty beer bottles and chip crumbs came in contact with my hand. I scrunched up my face disgusted.  Once I finally found the device I grabbed it and pulled it towards me. But before I could get up and run with it, the front door busted open. My body jumped and I quickly froze, the phone still in my hand.

“What are you doing!?” My dad yelled hoarsely, his eyes set on me.

“J-just cleaning..” I stuttered grabbing empty beer bottles into my hands, making a quick excuse ending up with the phone dropping to the floor. My dad looked at the phone and my heart stopped.

In seconds my dad walked over to me and pushed me against the wall as hard as he possibly could. 

“WHY DO YOU HAVE A PHONE?!” He yelled louder. His face going completely red.

I was in a state of shock, I didn’t know what to say. He looked at me, pure hate in his eyes.

“I don’t k-know..”  My voice struggled to get out the words.

My dad picked up the phone, he was about to smash it but I felt courage suddenly erupt from me. I grabbed an empty beer bottle and threw it at my dads head. He groaned and the phone fell to the floor as he turned around.

My eyes widened once again as he came towards me.

I’m going to get it now..

My dad took out a sharp blade and held it in his hands. “You little bitch.” He hissed.  I desperately looked for a beer bottle once again and found another I picked it up and crawled away farther from my dad.  My ankle was sore from falling onto it when I was pushed against the wall.

“Come any closer and I’ll hit you.” I whispered.

My dad laughed and shook his head. “We both know who’s going to win this Jacey…”

He actually called me by my name.

“You called me by my name..” I said.

“It is your name…isn’t it?” He sneered.

Suddenly my dad came towards me with the blade. I then  took the bottle and threw it as hard as I could at his face. He screamed and held his face as it bled, I kicked him in the groin and grabbed the phone, limping out of the house as I ran as fast as I possibly could.

The phone still worked, I sighed in relief.  I called the house phone as it was in Harry’s phone contacts.

The phone rang once and someone answered. “Hello?” Eleanor answered. Her voice upset.

“ELEANOR! It’s Jacey!” I said.

I heard someone running in the back ground. “Who is it!?” the voice asked impatiently.

“JACEY! OH MY GOD, HONEY ARE YOU ALRIGHT? WHERE ARE YOU? WHAT’S GOING ON? ” She asked, bombarding me with questions.

“I’m fine…I might of hurt my ankle but I’m on Panthera Street! I need to get out of here before my dad wakes up.” I said shaking.  “I’m on my way!” Eleanor said. “It’s Jacey!? Is she okay?!” The voice screamed in the distance. The phone hung up and I sat on the sidewalk. I took deep breaths to calm me down. He was going to kill me. With a blade, he was going to…but he didn’t get to me. If he did get to me, I knew he would try.

I sat with my hands covering my face. The sun heating up my back uncomfortably.

Suddenly  I heard a car screech. Looking up Eleanor’s familiar car pulled up. I saw Harry run out of the car and run towards me.

“JACEY!” He yelled as he embraced me in a hug. “I was so worried…Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Where is he? Is he-“ I interrupted him as he bombarded me with questions, just like Eleanor.

“Let’s just get out of here...please.” I whispered, looking into his eyes. Harry nodded and frowned as he picked me up bridal style and went to the car. The door was already open and he sat down with me cradled in his arms. He closed the door and we were off. “Is she okay?” Eleanor asked.

Harry looked down at me and moved a piece of hair out of my face. “I’m not sure..” He sighed, his eyes flooded with worry and shock. I didn’t feel like talking so I leaned my head on Harry’s  chest and stared at his black V-neck.

“I missed you…so much…” Harry’s pained voice spoke.

I just cuddled into him more, he reacted by putting his arms tighter around me, but carefully.

Even though it was one day, it felt like years.

I really missed him.