Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs || ʟ.s

White Roses

TW// Mentions of abuse, death, cursing.

17 years later

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{Harry's pov}

''It's all your fault!'' I heard my father yell at me, before I felt his fist collide with my jaw.

I didn't know what to do, I didn't stand a chance against my father. It was always the same; him coming home from... I didn't know where actually, and always saying it was my fault she died.

''How is it my fault? I don't even know how she died!'' I cried out.

''Don't you dare raise your voice to me, boy!'' Before I could response, he punched me in the stomach, hard enough for me to fall to the ground.

''Please, just stop.'' I begged, but he just kept hitting me. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, he finally stopped.

''Clean up the mess that you made and I don't want to hear a single thing from you anymore.'' Was all he said, before he walked away. After a few minutes, I finally gathered the strength to stand up and started to clean up the blood from the floor.

When I was done, I made my way to my room, got my sketchbook and pencils and put them in a bag. I climbed out of the window and started to make my way to the ground, via the water pipe. Once I was standing in my backyard, I quietly walked around the house to the frontside. As I passed the kitchen window, I bent down so my father wouldn't see me.

At a point when I was sure my father couldn't see me anymore, I started running towards the cemetery. When I finally arrived, I didn't have to think about the way anymore. I know exactly where she lays.

I sat down against the tree, next to her grave. I got out my sketchbook and pencils and started drawing my mother from a picture I always carried with me.

''Happy birthday mum.'' A lonely tear, streamed down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away and continued drawing. That is, untill I got interrupted.

''Back here again, Harry?'' I looked behind me and saw Jeffery, the keeper of the cemetery.

''Uhm, yeah. It's my mum's birthday today.'' I told him. For a minute, I thought I heard him say 'I know'. But I didn't comment on it, as I wasn't sure.

''How are you?'' Jeffery asked.

''I'm good, thanks.'' I replied. though it was a lie, I wasn't fine at all. My whole body hurt from the recent beating I got. Mentally I wasn't doing so well, either. ''What about you?''

''I'm doing pretty good, just getting old.'' He chuckled lightly. ''But I'm gonna leave you alone now, I think you need a moment for yourself.''

''Yeah, thanks. Have a nice day.'' That's when he walked away, but before he could get any further, I questioned him about the white roses on my mother's grave, that I noticed earlier.

''You're not the only one who comes here for your mum.''

''Who else?'' I wondered out loud.

''I think one day, you'll find that out yourself.'' I wanted to ask him more about it, but he was already gone.

I sighed and looked back at the drawing I had started. I picked up my pencil again and continued to draw my mother. I wasn't paying attention to the time, so when I was done with the drawing, it was dark already.

''Shit'' I cursed under my breath. I quickly gathered all my stuff, said goodbye to my mother and started running home. Hoping my father wouldn't have checked my room if I was there, yet.

I was completely out of breath when I arrived at my house. I quickly climbed up to my room again, the same way I climbed out. When I got in my room, I closed the window behind me and took off my shoes. I grabbed my pyjamas from under my pillow and changed into them.

The last thing I did before I went to sleep, was checking my phone on any messages. I didn't have any, so I locked my phone again and went to sleep.

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