Scars (H.S. au)

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A/N:

I double updated Ya !!

I dedicate this chapter to my Friend Amy coz she s larry af .

His features coated with anger while darkness, anger and complete fury laced his once green eyes. It was now that I became scared of him and realized what I just put myself into; all my courage slowly and steadily washing away. 

The six words that followed next were what really made shudder and regret my actions. 

"You'll wish you never said that." 

His hand flew up and grabbed my upper arm so tight, to the point where I felt his not too long nails digging inside my flesh. I hissed at the pain which in turn only made Harry smirk and tighten his grip even more. 

"Stop... Stop! It fucking hurts!" That was the first time I had had the courage to speak back to him; tell him to stop, without any stuttering. I had usually either endured the pain that he inflicted on me or had been to weak and scared to protest. I was liking my new courage but it seemed that as much as I loved fighting him back and feeling stronger, the more Harry despised it and felt the need to snap it out of me. 

"Are you fucking deaf?" Harry stared at me in disbelief. "I told you not to speak to me in that tone but it seems to me that you can fucking can't hear a fucking thing I'm saying."

At this point Harry was beyond furious and I was pushi- hell I had already pushed his buttons too far. I knew this by the way his volume was rising, his tone getting harsher, swear words seeping into his sentences and grip tightening a hell lot more as he spoke. I was absolutely terrified of him right then and knew it was best for me to shut up. I tried not let my terror show, though I was pretty sure I wasn't succeeding in doing so. 

His grip left my arm, but not without a harsh tug, only to be brought back this time straight to my gut in a fist form. My arms instantly flew to the injured area on instinct and I doubled over once again. My knees had given up and I was in the midst of collapsing to the floor when Harry caught me by arms and pulled me back up. 

I still hadn't recovered from the earlier punch, the pain of which had been mingled with the earlier punches' pains, that a kick was sent to the same place with his knee. Then another came, this time missing the same spot with just a few inches but instead creating a larger area of pain. He stopped to speak while I was still crouched in the same position; Harry, the only thing, holding me up. 

"And, just now remembering, you didn't stop by me yesterday after school." He said slowly, yesterday's events seeping back to his mind, much to my dismay. 

"I had been waiting. Why would you make me wait and never show up, hmm?" His tone held amusement, almost like he had never expected me to just leave without meeting him at the back like usual. 

Before I knew it, his right hand left my arm that he had been holding in an iron grip, back and connected with my cheek in a harsh manner, creating a loud sound. My face moved to the side with the unexpected force and my cheek blazed with fire. There would be a big, dark bruise later there, I was more than sure of it. 

"Answer me you slut. You weak little piece of shit, good for nothing." He continued to call me names and curse at me. The tears I had tried so hard to keep in let lose hearing those words. But most importantly that one word;weak. I had been trying so hard not to be weak. Did he not see my efforts? Or maybe he did but chose to taunt me still. What ever it may have been, I was officially done. I didn't have the strength to fight back. Hell, I didn't even have strength to stand on my own feet. The place where hit slapped me on my cheek burned even more when my hot fresh tears came in contact with it.