Unexpected Happenings [UNEXPECTED SERIES #1]

Chapter 9

*Chapter 8 continued*

I have been waiting for Harry for about thirty minutes and he's still not here. Didn't Jose say he'll be back soon? His phone says the line's busy. What if he is disgusted with me? Why can't I even remember what I said to him? I remember talking rubbish but I'm blank. I just wish I knew what I had told him last night. I stare blankly at my phone at the time just flying. It's 5 in the afternoon and I haven't even eaten anything for the day. I hate that I keep telling Jose I'll come down and don't but just lock myself in the room. I think of calling Harry for the tenth time today but stop myself when I hear his voice coming from downstairs. Please tell me it's him. I literally ran downstairs to meet him in the living room. 

"Harry!" I ran to him, throwing my hands around him. We have been hugging for at least ten minutes straight. And the fact that he didn't mind was just so relieving. I expected something else but he was not reacting to me but just being what I wanted-no needed right now is just unexplainable. 

"Let's eat and then we can talk, yeah?" 

"Yeah" I reply, which came out as a whisper but he heard me.

We eat in silence but Harry breaks the silence talking about his work and the guys. I know he's trying to not make this awkward and I love that. 

"Are you tired?" He asks me when we walk upstairs probably to his room or mine. 

"Not really.." 

"Hey...I don't want to force you to talk to me about last night...I would appreciate you telling me because I was worried..and I didn't know what to do at one point but only if you want to.." he tells me and I give him a small smile. 

"I want to tell you" I tell him and he gives me an encouraging nod. We sit on his bed, he leans on the headboard and I sit across him grabbing one of his pillows to get comfortable. This is gonna be a long conversation. Might take all night. 

Flashback! 

Warning! Please know that most of the first part of the  flashback will be on sexual abuse, if you are uncomfortable with things like that, I'd suggest you skip this part. It's basically gonna be about Kiara explaining how her life was before she met Harry

I was about 18 I think and I was walking home from school and I was so tired that the sun wasn't being very helpful at all. By the time I reached it was about three in the afternoon. After showering I fell asleep on my bed even though I wanted to stay up and finish off today's homework. But much to my dismay, I woke up to my dad and brother coming in. Drunk, may I add. 

"Where's that little bitch" I heard my Dad's voice from the living room and I was coming down the stairs. 

"Hi dad.." I say softly trying to lessen his drunk mood but I fail. Like always. 

"You little.." he pulls me by my hair and I scream when he slaps me on my cheek, probably leaving a red patch there. I should've prepared myself for this. "Room. Now!" He yells and I want to run away but I know if I don't listen to him I'll probably end up in worse situations. So I obey already knowing how this is going to go. 

"But dad, please…please just please.." I beg him but he just grabs ahold of my t-shirt, almost ripping it and drags me to his dark room. He pushes me on the floor and I squeeze my eyes tight. It's like this everyday and every time it happens it gets worse. Sometimes I feel like I might die with all of the 'trauma' happening everyday. 

"Daddy...please..let's just figure this out..together. yeah?" I beg and I'm pretty sure I have tears running down my cheeks. 

"Figure out what? Together?" He mocks. I know no matter what I say or even do he will not get his mind off of what he wants to do to me now. "Get up!" I shiver but do what he says. He lifts my chin up harshly and grabs a belt out of nowhere and slaps me hard with it. I screamed at the sudden pain across my body seeing that my clothes were pretty thin against my body. I just cry while he keeps slapping me with the belt and eventually I fall on the ground as if he 'slapped' the life out of me.