Harry's pov.
TW: Child abuse/childhood trauma.
Fifteen years ago. Five years old.
My head laid softly on the white pillow. My hair was still wet after I washed it in the sink.
My teddy bear was next to me. I reached out for it and sat it up in front of me so I was looking right at it.
He was a bear with big dark brown eyes.
I felt my tummy growl loudly.
Dad already told me that there was no food for me tonight. I had been bad.
Yesterday I stole food from the fridge. Old pasta and an apple.
I know that I'm not allowed to steal from my father, but my tummy was hurting so much.
"Be quiet!" I whispered to myself, and punched myself in my stomach.
*slam* I heard a door downstairs slam powerfully making me jump. I knew it was my father. He was probably angry again.
I heard his loud angry footsteps storm up the stairs and towards my little room.
I immediately turned off my light standing on my bedside table, before I threw my teddy bear down under my bed, and hid under my covers.
My father stormed through the door, slamming it shut again in a split second.
My heart stopped. I knew I was in trouble.
I laid still with my eyes closed, pretending like i was asleep.
I could feel him looking down at me. The smell of cigarettes flew up my nostrils.
His breathing is was loud, and I could feel his anger, already.
"Harry!" He yelled. My eyes snapped open. He stood there in front of me with a cigarette in his hand. I knew what that lead to.
"Did you steal from me again son?!" His voice was so loud that it hurt in my ears.
I hid my face under my covers wanting to disappear when he suddenly grabbed onto me and threw me down on the bed again.
"I didn't do anything!" I cried out, tears streaming down my face.
His large hands grabbed my jaw pulling my face closer to his. His eyes were dark green and furious.
"Fucking liar!" He screamed in my face before slapping his flat palm against my cheek.
Gut wrenching cries left my mouth, and my sore cheek started to burn.
My fathers hair was slicked back. He had a dark mustache over his top lip, making him look even scarier sometimes.
"Lay down on your stomach!" He demanded.
My stomach started to hurt in fear, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
"I didn't do it!" I sobbed out, but my father never changed his mind. He grabbed me harshly and threw me down on my stomach, pushing my face down into the mattress making it hard for me to breathe.
"DAD PLEASE DONT DO IT!!" My throat started to hurt, pushing my voice so hard.
He took my hands and placed them under my chest so I couldn't hit him, and then he held me down with his strong powerful hands.
"PLEASE STOP. I LOVE YOU-!!" But it was too late. The burning cigarette melted into my skin.
I screamed out feeling like my heart was about to stop.
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Fanfiction*My eyes traveled to his dark red lips, wondering how someone so evil could be this elegant* *I could feel the marks he was creating, but in this moment I couldn't worry about that. I wanted this and so did he. I tugged his hair back making him gasp...
