In Harry eyes the world only contained Drugs, Sex and alcohol. And he was addicted to all. Once we had finished we fell back on the bed breathing quickly. He sat up and put on his calvin klein boxers then walked over to the drawers and pulled out a bag of white powder. He walked into the bathroom and locked giving me time to get up, dress and pack. This was no life to bring a baby into. I was 6 weeks pregnant, I know what your thinking … Why would you do that if your pregnant. When Harry drank, he wanted sex then he would want drugs. I quickly got changed and packed. Finally freedom! I was just at the front door when someone wrapped there arm around my waist pulling me back and stumbling abit. I looked at Harry face, His green lively eyes were dull and his curly locks were now greasy and knotted.”Where do you think your going with a bag?” He asked. I could tell he was lost in thought thanks to the drugs and alchohol! “Im leaving Harry this is no life for a ba-!” I was cut off when Harry punched me in the stomach and sending me to the ground. He repetadly kicked me again and again till I felt a water like substance leave me. He killed our baby, My baby. “What the fuck?” He asked confused. “Im preg- was pregnant.” I whispered. He leaned down to my level and wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel tears falling from his eyes. In the first time in years he regretted what he considered his life … drugs, alcohol and sex.
Harry Pov:
Who am I? What kind of man drinks till he cant remeber, makes his girlfriend sleep with him and take so much drugs he cant register he is beating the one he loves and murdering his own child. If I was to search my name in a dictionary that would be my discription. He body was shaking violently as the blood began to die her jeans. She was staring into space with her mouth slightly open. Her skin was as pale as paper and she looked as if one touch would break her into millions of pieces. The guilt I had and still have was taking over me. She doesn’t love me, that thought made me angry! As I picked her up gently and placed her on the sofa I quickly ran to grab a cloth and warm water. But when I returned she was sitting up and rubbing her stomach as if it would bring the baby back. “Im sorry baby!” She cried, “Im sorry I couldn’t protect you from Daddy.”. Thats when I realised that drugs, sex and alcohol hadn’t just ruined my life, but also hers.
I let the tears fall freely as I rubbed my stomach. It felt as if the temperature of the room had dropped causing me to shiver. How could this of happened? How could the man I loved hurt me? I felt his presence come closer and for once in my life I moved away. Normally I would move to him, even If he was drunk or high. He sat down on the arm of the chair and placed his hand on my shoulder what I quickly shrugged off. The tension was thick and if it was a substance you could choke. He moved slowly in front of me and I turned my head. He grabbed my chin lightly sending me into a loud whimper of fear. He turned my head around and dabbed it lightly with the cloth. “Come on babe you need a bath!” He explained. I looked down at my lap to see the red substance of my baby causing me to cry hysterically. He picked me up and carried my bridal style even with my protest. He sat me on the toilet and ran the bath and added bubbles. He stripped me down with even more of my protest. This man killed my baby and now he wants to bathe me. He placed my in the tub and I finally calmed down. The hot water felt good against my skin. He started washing my hair when I started to speak. “You killed our baby!” I whispered. He froze for a second as if he had been stabbed. “I know.” He replied. I turned around slightly and looked at him before telling the truth. “I want my baby back.” I whispered before crying again. He held me as close as he could then whispered things in my ear. He knew what he did was wrong, but I would never blame the drugs and alcohol for his actions.
6 months earlier…
As me and Harry walked hand in hand down the busy streets of London I could smell something odd and different. Harry was taking me somewhere tonight! We walked around and the cool air was making my hair swish around. He pulled me into an alleyway quickly looking around as if he didn’t want to be noticed. I seen a man who looked homeless standing with a black bag. “Stay there!” He told me. He walked over to the man and whispered somethings before recieveing some items from his bag. He came back over to show me a bottle. “Want some?” He asked. I politely nodded no when he shoved the bottle in my mouth causing me to choke. The liquid was burning my throat and he pushed the bottle further down my throat. He finally released it. My head rolled round slowly in a circle motion. I looked at Harry and my vision was a slight blur. I noticed him pull out another object but couldn’t make out what. After getting lost in my thoughts I felt a painful nip in my arm and fluid flowing in my arm. Once all the fluid had been ejected in I blacked out …
