As I regain consciousness, I stumble up to my feet. Noticing my lack of balance, my fingers graze sensitive nerves all along my long legs. I go into the bathroom to examine the only damages to my body that can be found with a mirror. When I get in there the very first thing I notice is my black eye, and now dried bloody nose, and my slightly reddened skin. I looked like I just got out of a boxing ring.
My battered skin looked like a horrified image in the mirror. I'm surprised they hadn't left me with broken bones. But they didn't forget to leave cuts and bruises. Those, we're his specialty. My dad had hired some other men to come here and nearly kill me.
Usually, with a normal dad, you would count on him to always be there for you, teach you lessons of life, and love you. Well my dads the exact opposite, he's like satan with a human body. I'm just surprised I'm not a royal bitch considering who my dad is. Maybe I was actually born with a soul.
Must've been my mother good-willing soul in which I inherited. My dad used to be happy, with my mum. But ever since that horrific tragedy that happened years ago. He's taken all his love-sick anger out on me. I missed mum. I needed her here, to hold me, to tell me everything was gonna be okay.
As I finished checking out the horrid marks they had brutally left on me, a thought popped into my head.
Tomorrow night. Date. Harry.
Oh god Harry!
I can't show up looking like this. He can't see the result of me from my most vulnerable state. Plus, this wouldn't be the greatest look on me. I knew he'd be concerned but there was nothing he could do about it. I didn't want him feeling sorry for the cruelties my father has put upon me. He didn't need to be involved in that part of my life. He doesn't deserve it. But if I call it off, I will feel like a jerk, and maybe he'll think I don't like him. But yet I really really do!
I have to call it off though, because if I don't, he'll become involved with the evil that is my father.
He doesn't deserve it, no one does, but it's something I have to live with.
My fingers grasped my phone, as I unlocked it, and scrolled through my contacts, eyes searching for Harry's name. It's almost as if he had read my mind, when my phone buzzed that I had received a text from Harry.
'Hey Love, can't wait for tomorrow! H. xx'
My heart flutters at the sight of his words. I'm so sorry for this.
'Hey, about tomorrow night, I'm sorry Harry, something came up, I can't go I'm so sorry. xx' I lied, nothing had came up, but I didn't want him to grow suspicious. My heart had filled with guilt as I felt my phone buzz with another received text from Harry.
'Awe, and I thought we were gonna have some fun. ;) Possibly Saturday night? At 8:00? H. xx'
My eyes closed for a moment. He was so sweet. I hated having to lie to him. But it seemed that was my only option.
'Sure, I'd love to. xx'
As I gathered myself in the mirror, I quickly grabbed my things, including the keys, and headed out the door locking it behind me. I shuddered when I turned back, my mind flashing back to the cruel thoughts where my father and his hired men had nearly killed me.
I walked out towards my car when I had realized my father and his crew had left me with another lovely surprise. A flat tire.
I jumped slightly when I felt my jean pocket buzz. It was a reply from Harry.
'Great, can't wait love. H. xx'
I slipped my phone back into my jean pocket as I decided I would just walk home, considering I didnt live that far away and that I knew my car would be safe. I could have it fixed in the morning.
The wind pushed me slightly from side to side as it grew a little stronger. But all my mind was wrapped around was what a horrid man my father had become, and harry, the oblivious, cheeky, adorable guy who means no harm.
My head peered toward sounds like loud banging, and screaming. It was a bar down the street. There was a fight. I ran towards it. My mind not thinking as I abruptly slammed open the door, all attention pulling towards me. By the way I looked people could have assumed I have already been there for the last couple of hours. Not only was all the rooms attention drawn to me, but a few men walking towards me as well. I took in a sharp breath as one grabbed my wrists holding them behind my back before I could react. The other had his hand resting his hand up to my neck as I heavily gulped, his hot breath tickling the top of my head. His devilish smirk only grew wider as he spoke.
"Well well well. What do we have here?"
