The Dark Side

Chapter 9 ~The Dark Side

Emily's POV:

"Hello Emily!" A chilling voice whispered. My head whipped to my side to see my mother staring at me with an evil grin. I looked around me before I took off sprinting. To my disadvantage she beat me to the stairs. "Not so fast Emily dear." my mother commanded while keeping her evil grin. "What do you want?" I asked annoyed. "Now Emily is that any way to speak to your mother?" she asked while grabbing my wrist in a tight grasp. Memories of Harry flashed back into my mind. I knew he didn't mean to grab me but this situation seemed so similar. What if he repeats that? What if he turns out like my mother? My thoughts were interrupted by my mothers fist in my face. I stumbled backwards from the force of her fist. "Emily you are so worthless." she said while delivering another punch to my stomach. This time I collapsed from the force. I wish I could fight back, but that would just make the circumstances worse for me. "You are nothing! I don't even know why Harry hangs out with you." she stated while kicking my ribs. "Your stupid" she spat while kicking my ribs once more. She continued kicking and hitting me while I held back cries of pain and tears. With each kick I felt weaker. My surroundings started to slowly fade away. Suddenly, there was a loud knocking noise at the door followed by my mother kicking my head before running out the back door. "EMILY!" A voice screamed. That was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

Harry's POV:

I shook my head as Emily ran out of the car. Something was really bothering her. Why wouldn't she tell me? I pulled into my mom's driveway and continued to sit in my car. I couldn't phase the thought of Emily keeping something from me. I tossed many thoughts around my head when my eyes caught a glimpse of Emily's white I-phone sitting in the passengers seat. She must of forgot her phone when she ran out, I thought. I grabbed her phone and opened up my car door. I walked down the sidewalk to her front door. I knocked on her front door waiting for someone to answer. I waited for a minute before trying to shake the door handle. To my surprise the door opened. I guess Emily forgot to lock the door, I thought to myself. After I opened the door my eyes jutted open. "EMILY!" I screamed as I saw my best friend laying unconscious on the floor.

I rushed to her side. "EM! EM! Wake up!" I yelled hoping that she would open her eyes. My breathing quickened. My eyes starting to tear as I looked at her limp body laying on the ground. Her arms, legs, and face bruised. I picked her up and carried her to my car. I gently layed her down in the backseat and drove away in a hurry. I could barley see the road ahead of me as I was driving. I was still in shock from seeing my best friend, the girl I love, laying unconscious on the floor. What had happened? Where was her mother?, I thought. As soon as I arrived at the nearest hospital I scooped her up out of the car and ran inside. "SOMEONE HELP! MY FRIEND IS UNCONSCIOUS!" I yelled. Within seconds they took her away from me and left me alone in the waiting room. I sat in the chair shaking. I had know idea why, but I was scared. "Mr. Styles?" a doctor called out. "Yes! Is she okay?!?" I asked worried. "Uh.. I need to ask you some questions." he said while signaling me to follow him. "Mr. Styles, what happened to Emily?" He asked. "I don't know, I just walked into her house to return her phone and she was lying on the ground." I answered. "Okay, well I thought I would inform you about Emily's condition." he asked. I stayed quiet. "Well Emily has two broken ribs, a fractured wrist, and is lacking nutrients." he said. I was in shock. "What do you mean by lacking nutrients?" I questioned. "Mr. Styles, Emily is anorexic and  bulimic." he said.

I was in shock. Memories flooded back to my mind. I remembered times when she would just eat a small meal or run to the bathroom after eating. How could I have not seen that before? "Mr. Styles, you may now see her if you want." he said while pointing to the door and walking away. I didn't move. Why didn't I notice this before? I am such a horrible friend. So, this was the secret she was hiding from me. I had to see her. I opened up the door to her room. The smell of death and sickness covered by cleaning products filled my nostrils. I looked over to see her frail body laying on the bed hooked up to machines. She was breathing, but she was sleeping. I couldn't stand to look at her, I felt so horrible. I blinked away my tears as I stroked my hand across her bruised cheek. I sat in the chair next to the bed and stared at her while thinking. How did she get hurt? Who hit her? Did someone break in? All these thought bombarded my mind. I closed my eyes and hoped I would just wake up from this nightmare.

Emily's POV:

I woke up in a strange white room. My eyes widened noticing the iv's connected to my body. I knew where I was. I was in a hospital. My eyes shot around the room to see a sleeping Harry. Did he take me here?, I thought. Did he see my mom hit me? I wondered. My mind started to panic. What if they called my mother? As I was freaking out a large hand soothed my cheek. I immediately calmed down as soon as I felt Harry's soothing touch. "Em, it's okay." Harry said in a husky voice. "How'd  I get here?" I asked curiously. "Well, I came to return your phone when I saw you laying on the ground." he said while choking back tears. "Oh." I quietly whispered. "Em, what happened?" he asked searching my eyes for an answer. "Uh um, uh" I stuttered. I couldn't tell Harry. What if he told the world? What if he stopped being my friend? I couldn't lose Harry. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I started to burst out crying. "Shh, love it's okay! Dont't worry your mothers coming soon." he said while rubbing my back. My body completely stiffened as he spoke the last sentence. My eyes went blank and my face paled. "Em?" Harry asked noticing my weird actions. "Harry she can't come." I whispered. "Why?" he asked confused. "She will kill me." I whispered while keeping a blank stare. Harry eyes widened. "Em, did your mother......?" he asked. I simply nodded. I hated the fact that I just admitted to Harry that my mother hit me. Harry's clenched his hands into fists and stormed out of the room.

I knew it would happen. He want's nothing to do with me. He is disgusted with me. I started crying regretting telling Harry the truth. My sobbing was interrupted by my door swinging open to reveal a nurse and a furious Harry. The nurse walked over to me and unhooked all the iv's. I shot a confused look over at Harry. "Em, I can't let you go back to your mother. Your coming with me to the boy's flat. She doesn't know where that is located so you will be safe." he said. "But why are you helping me Harry?" I asked on the verge of crying. "Em, I...." he started but was cut off by the door swinging open. "Emily how on Earth did you end up in the hospital?" my mother's voice called out. My body tensed. She was here now and there was nothing Harry could do about it.

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