Painful Struggles

A Trip To The Hospital

Selena's POV

I wake up to a pounding headache, I call 999 and tell them my address, I know dad isn't here, but the pain is so bad, I think I might just drop dead here, the door opens and one of the paramedics lift me up and put me on the stretcher.

Everything goes black...

Harry's POV

The ambulance was at the house across the street from me, I went outside to check if everything was okay, a girl was being taken out on a stretcher, I try to get a closer look at the girl, I go closer and closer..

The girl was Selena.

I get into my range rover, and go straight to the hospital.

I run into the reception area.

Harry: I'm looking for Selena Gomez, she was bought into the hospital a couple of minutes ago.

Nurse: Ah yes, how are you related to her?

Ah crap Harry think!

Harry: I'm her fiance.

What the f*ck Harry, are you serious.

Nurse: Come right this way Mr Styles.

Well it worked.

I look through the window and I see Sel, and she is bruised to the max and her head is bandaged.. what happened?

I'm not afraid to admit that I am crying right now, but I need to know who did this

I see the doctor come, and he looks like the the paramedic who took her.

Harry: Doctor! What happened?

Doctor: We don't know what happened but she is okay, and she will be right to go home tonight.

Selena started to move around.

Sel: Harry is that you?

I rush to her side

Harry: Yes love, it's me.

She starts crying

Sel: It hurts.

Harry: I'm going to go get some medication yeah?

She nods and I go find the doctor quickly.

Selena's POV

Oh my god, my head it's killing me...

How did Harry know I was here?

My dad is going to kill me literally... I check my phone to see if I have any text messages, and sure enough there's one from my dad and a couple from Niall, Louis, Demi and Eleanor, and the find a massive crack on my phone, I don't even think it works properly.

I read my dad's first.

Where the f*ck are you?! I swear if you have run away.. I wil find you and hunt you down and then hurt you...

Sh*t I'm so screwed. I read El's message next:

Hey Hun! Where are you?! Are you feeling alright? You weren't at school today and neither was Harry... xx

I reply back to her message.. Harry didn't go to school?

Hey El! I'm fine, I just wasn't feeling well, and then Harry came and helped me out.. all good, also my phone isn't working to well, could you let the others know! x

My phone goes black... I try to turn it on, but it's hopeless, it's broken, the screen had smashed and it doesn't work anymore.

Someone walked into my room, expecting it to be Harry I look up and to my horror it's my dad...

Dad: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

I'm so scared right now, I think I might wet my pants.

Sel: I'm sorry.

Dad: SORRY ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH YOU IDIOT!

He then grabs my hand and pulls me out to reception.

Dad: I would like to sign my daughter out.

Reception: Sure, sign here and she can go.

He signs the paper and drags me into the car and sped home.

When we reach home, I open the door step out and my dad comes and roughly grabs my hand and pulls me in, when we get inside he punches my already sore gut, and I fall to the ground.. not this again.. He starts kicking me everywhere and comes down and punches me in the face, everywhere has gone numb cause of the pain, I can't feel any part of my body.

Dad: I hope that teaches you a lesson, I won't be home tonight or tomorrow night. All the cupboards are locked up so don't even try look for food.

I nod and he spat in my face and walked out of the house.

When I hear the car leave the driveway, I slowly get up and go to my room. I peel my grotty clothes off and get into the shower, allowing the warm water to relax my sore muscles.

I start crying as my hand reaches for the razor, I try to force myself not to, but I feel myself giving in, more tears start to spill from my eyes, I take the razor and make 4 cuts, 2 on each thigh. It bought some relief but also excruciating pain. I step out and put on sweat pants and a jumper.

The joy I feel that he isn't going to be home is more I have ever felt. I go to my desk and start to do my homework. By the time I finish it's 8:00pm and I do some exploring in the house, something I never get to do when my dad is at home.

I go into his room, and look through all of mum's stuff, I find a DVD labelled Dancing. I quickly run down and play it on the DVD player.

Watching it made me extremely emotional, the way my mum moved with the music, the expressions on her face. By the end of the DVD, I didn't even realise how much I was crying. I put the disc back to where I found it and then go to sleep in my room.