Deception - H.S

Chapter 13

It's been two hours since the incident and I've been lying in bed upside down which makes my oversized tshirt to fall till my chest due to gravity which I throw back up every few minutes, only to see it fall again. Two things I've done this entire time, listening to music and contemplating whether or not to call Kyle. He has gone way too far because of this breakup, at this point he doesn't even want me back, he is just trying to ruin everything. He tries to control me, sleep with me without consent, then cheats on me, breaks into my house and physically hurts me and now vandalizes my car.

It is right what they say, love makes you blind. I was blind and ignorant about the real Kyle, what he is capable of. I was so blinded by the feeling of what I thought was love that I didn't listen to anyone who was trying to tell me otherwise. Now, when I think about all the times Ayla tried to show my how toxic he was, it makes complete sense. Now, it feels like he was just using me for my body, I was just another body to fuck, just like every other time.

I pick my phone up, unlocking it and going to Kyle's contact that I should have deleted by now but didn't for a reason that I don't know of, and tap on it. It rings, once, twice, thrice, and then I hang up. This is just going to end up in screaming and I am still shaken up with the event of earlier to face him.

My body is slightly shaking and my heartbeat feels like it's not my own, the sense of security and safety I once used to feel is gone, and just like that, I am now even more closed off and have the need to constantly be aware of what is happening around me because it feels like anything can go wrong just in a matter of seconds. I could be hurt, the people around me could be hurt, anything can happen in the blink of an eye.

I need a distraction; I push the thoughts away like I always do and force myself to think about something else other than my life.

I wonder when we will be going to the studio, the entire plan was delayed because of me.

My boredom caused me to unwrap my bandages and inspect my cuts. I've got three small ones, two medium sized ones and one large one. The clear ointment lets me see the cuts, they still look fresh, especially the big one, the big one looks like it could start bleeding anytime. I'll just put a bandage on the big one before leaving. The sight makes me sad, knowing the person responsible for this is the one I once loved or thought that I loved. It's funny how the people who are supposed to love you and be there for you are the ones that are always leaving you, especially in my case. There's me again, not being able to ignore these thoughts.

My door abruptly opens, and I'm looking at an upside-down Harry. "Harry! Knock!" I pull my shirt down immediately, putting my legs to the side so I can be upright but my one leg misses the mattress because of how fast I was trying to sit up straight and hit the floor instead. My body slips of the edge of the bed and I land on my side, hitting the floor with a loud thud.

I slowly turn my body and sit up straight, looking at Harry, who has that stupid smirk across his lips, "I don't care." He replies to my initial comment about knocking. "Good fucking show there but wrap it up, Niall is calling you downstairs."

He stands there waiting for me instead of leaving like I expected him to. I get up, rubbing my arm a that hurts a little due to the impact of the fall. Harry's eyes trail to my unbandaged hand, his expression immediately shifts to angry, "Where the fuck is your bandage?" Is he mad because I took it off? "I uhm.. I-I took it off." I shrug, looking at the floor like I'm a child being scolded for doing something wrong.

"I can see that, why?" He crosses his arms, leaning on the door frame, waiting for me to give him a logical answer, one that I don't have because I took it off because I was bored.