Chapter Three: A Painful Reminder

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WARNING: Graphic descriptions and a bit of cursing. NOT for the faint of heart.

Be careful.

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•Leah's POV•

"Dad wait!" Then it started. I held my throbbing cheek in pain as he pushed me to the ground.

"Damnit! Where the hell were you? I was screaming for you to make dinner and you weren't here!" Another kick to the arm.

"You answer me when I call you!" I held the place his boot landed and felt tears slip from my eyes.

"Please stop, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! It won't happen again!" I felt his belt hit my stomach and then heard his boots march down the hall. I held my aching abdomen and stood up shakily. I felt nauseas and I was in so much pain.

Now I have to go cook.

•Harry's POV•

Fans have been trying to tell us about this girl for months now. Why haven't I seen these? Management.

I practically ran to the other side of the bus where Peter, our manager, was sitting next to the driver.

"Peter, did you know about this girl?" I showed him a picture of Leah from twitter. He looked quickly then leaned back and closed his eyes.

"Yeah. She's good, but too many problems. Can't associate with someone like her." I was absolutely shocked! Why would they hide her from us?

"W-what kind of problems?" I stared intently at the middle aged man although he was half asleep.

"First off, she has too many scars. Those would be hard to cover up. Second, we don't know how we'd contact her. She doesn't post an email or phone number and then the only way to contact her is twitter." Peter's eyes were still closed.

"Well, what if I can talk to her? Would you let me at least meet her? I mean, we're headed to Georgia already, and we were going to have a few free days there, so what the harm in just saying hello?" Peter's eyes flew open and I saw the concern in his face.

"Fine Styles. You can talk to her on TWITTER ONLY. You can meet her ONLY IF she agrees. No showing up at her door randomly. Got it?"

"Absolutely, yeah! Thanks Pete!" I ran back to my bunk and jumped in.

I got back on twitter and hit the follow button.

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It's pretty short but means a lot. I promise the next few will be longer!!!

Stay beautiful,

Brittany

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