Love At First Kiss? (Harry Styles) [1]

Chapter 14: My Last Day

I wake up on the cold ground, a voice yelling. My ribs aching, head ponding, and my body hurts all over. The words are finally coming through, and processing in my mind.

 “Get up!” The voice starts yelling at me. What the, what happened? Why does my whole body hurt? I was just leaving Harry’s––

Right.

Right, now I remember, I have a shit life. I try talking but my voice comes out as a blur. I look up and see a black silhouette, most likely Rebekah. She kicks me once, making me scream out in pain.

“Get up!” Can she shut up for a moment? I try getting up, but stumble back down. “Get up now!” She yells at me once again, this time dragging me off the ground, making me stand up. My feet drag along the ground, Rebekah doing all the work.

“Hurry up, your friends just left, we’re changing location.” I’m guessing she’s going to have a spaz about that later…

“Where are we going?” I manage to mumble out. I continue to stumble along the ground, barley managing to hold myself up.

“None of your business,” Rebekah sneers at me, pushing me up the stairs. I trip up them, and land on my face. I try gathering myself to get up again, but Rebekah doesn’t have enough time for that, no. So, instead, she drags me all along the ground, I catch my face on the wood which is splintering, just like the chair was. It scraps over my face, and body, making scratches, and bumps all over. I struggle pushing myself up, but make myself because I really hate the feeling of wood running along my body. I get up and start tripping along the floor even more than before.

Rebekah drags me through the door, and pushes me into her car. My body starts going numb, and my eye sight starts fading away, but not soon enough. I see Rebekah throw my phone out the window and hear a ‘crunch’when she runs over it. I try to say ‘hey’ or ‘what the hell’ but I couldn’t get anything out. Then, finally, everything went black, and my body gave into the numbness.

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I wake up on a tile floor, it’s cold and hard. I look up through a window, seeing it’s not boxed up. It looks like it is night again, so I slept at least ten hours. I try pushing my body up, my arms fumble and slide along the ground. When I manage to get up, I realise I’m in a hotel room, a very dingy one if I may add. There are two beds, which look like they could very well be a home to any sort of bug; the windows are old wooden things, the latch most likely broken. I walk over to the bathroom, and trip on the ground, flying into the bathroom door, I let out a moan of pain. The bathroom has a rusted shower, a nasty looking toilet, and no shampoo. So, I’m stuck in a cheap, nasty, crappy hotel room, at least I get a real bed.

“Hello, anyone home?” Rebekah says clapping her hands, I guess she’s been trying to get my attention, I snap my head towards hers. “Brush your hair out, I can’t have you looking like a complete mess tomorrow.” Right, I thought I had two days, but obviously she’s gotten a teensy bit mad at me, and I guess I did sleep for a day… “And, I swear to god, if you try anything, again, I will shot you.” She tells me mater-o-factly, handing me a brush. I take it to my knotted hair; this is going to take me forever! Well, considering I haven’t brushed it within four days, it doesn’t surprise me.

After about an hour, I’m finally done brushing it. “Get some rest; I can’t have you looking like death either.” Well, maybe I wouldn’t look like death, if I had, had sleep, or maybe if I didn’t have the thought of death on my mind. I just nod; after all she doesn’t want my speech and my throats too sore. “Go in the shower!” She yells at me, pushing me into the bathroom. I quickly lock the door behind me.

I start stripping off my clothes, leaving me in my bra and underwear; I take this time to look at every bruise on my body. I start with my ankles, which are starting to turn back to my peachy-skin tone, then my legs, they’re not too badly bruised, and Rebekah hasn’t got her hands – or feet – on them yet. Then, my stomach, and ribs, their black and blue, I run my fingers along my ribs, which makes me ache in pain. My wrists catch my attention, they’re the second worst bruised thing on my body, they look like my ribs, blue, black and purple, and there are indents from the rope which was tied around them for so long. They look although they could fall off at any moment.

Finally my face, I’ve refused to look at it until now, when I see it my eyes start tearing up. I was ugly before, but now, now, I can’t even imagine what my eyes looked like, let alone what they’re going to look like. They look, forever scared. They look although I wanted to be one of those people that put on way too much eyeliner, and make themselves look like a raccoon. My face – and body – will never go back to the way it was. It will always have some scares, of this week. Although, I dread thinking that, I know I’ve only got the next day, so I shouldn’t be too worried about my appearance.

I take off the rest of my undergarments and hop into the shower, the water burns my skin, and I shudder backwards. I adjust the water, to just the right temperature, after that, and step back into the water coming from the shower head. I saver my time in the shower, seeing it’s the last one I’m going to get. Right before I get out, a thought goes across my mind, what happened to Connor? I have no idea, and push the thought out of my mind.

When I’m done, I quickly get changed into the clothes I came into the bathroom with, go back into the other room, and quickly slide under the covers to the bed Rebekah isn’t occupied and start to doze off.

(A/N Hope you enjoyed, and Anyways, chapter 19 is WAAAAAY longer!)