Fatal Love

Chapter 10:

"I pull you in to feel your heartbeat. Can you hear me screaming please don't leave me"

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This is a double update so read chapter 9 first. This chapter might be longer then the previous one but I'm sorry in advance :/

Let's just get into it *shoulder shrug*

Harry's parents names are Evelyn and Zander btw

TW: Abuse

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HARRY'S POV:

(Age doesn't matter in this because this is what he experienced growing up so it happened to him basically his whole life. There will be one part of this chapter that will show the age of Harry)

Hiding under my bed, trying to hold my breath so he won't hear me. I was only trying to help. I thought that if I did this for him, he would not hate me so much. All I hear are footsteps getting closer and closer towards my bedroom. I start to break out in sweat and pinch my eyes shut, hoping that I can just magically disappear to a world full of flowers, animals and loving fathers.

Unfortunately, it doesn't exist.

My legs are suddenly being pulled on and my body is being dragged out from under my bed. It was a huge shock because I didn't realise he had walked in here.

My father pulls on my arm, lifting me up. His grip is so tight as it's the only thing holding me up because my feet aren't touching the floor. He shoves me so hard to the ground causing my head to rebound and hit the floor boards. I scream out in agonising pain and so does my mother. My mother has always loved me and she tries everything she can to get me out of these situations but my father is stronger than her.

As I hear my mother screaming, I feel blood gushing down the side of my head. It hurts so bad but all I can think about is my mother. I turn to look at them both shouting at each other and then suddenly, my father slaps my mother across the face. He pushes her to the ground and all I can hear are my mothers cries.

Seeing that fuels me with so much anger.

"Stop!" I shout at my father while trying to stand on my feet. "Get the fuck away from her!".

Fuck. I shouldn't have done that..

Saying that only agitates my father even more than he was. He stomps over to me, gripping the front of my shirt and bringing my face towards his. "You think you can shout at me like that? Look at you. You're only 8 years old. You're so useless and you'll never be a real man", my father says while spitting in my face.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it", I quickly say out of fear.

I meant every fucking word.

"Don't ever speak to me like that again you little shit. If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your mouth shut", my father says in anger. He is trying to intimidate me and it is definitely working. I look over to my mother just staring at us while she's still on the floor. My father catches my eyes looking at her so he turns around and stares at her as well.

He drops me to the ground by letting go of my shirt, turning around and walking back over to my mother.

"As for you" my father says while staring at her on the ground, "Don't ever interfere when nothing concerns you. Get up. We're going to bed". Those were the last words my father said before walking out the door.