Secrets (h.s)

Memories

Ella's pov

"Your so fucking useless!" Steve yells at me.

I don't say anything I just look down.

"Talk back to me you bitch!" He yells again.

His eyes are blood shot and he reeks of alcohol. His eyes turning a darker shade since he's mad.

"You're so fucking worthless, I wouldn't even buy you if you cost 1 pound. You're worse then your fucking mother. I always regret my decision of not killing you along with her. I'm surprised you didn't kill your self yet. If I was you I would've done the entire world a favour and kill myself." He scream angrily at me.

He then kicks my stomach really hard. I felt like I was going to puke. I start feeling light headed. I feel a metal like taste in my mouth and know it's blood. I spit out the blood in my mouth and Steve smirks knowing he caused that. He then pulled me up by my hair.

"Your so fucking pathetic, look at your you're not even trying to defend yourself! You're just like your mother. Pathetic, useless, ugly, fat and the list just goes on!" He spits at me venom laced in every word.

Tears start pooling my eyes and blurring my vision once he said that. He knows I have a soft spot for my mom especially after that incident. She's a very sensitive topic of mine and he uses that against me. It's truly disgusting. He then slaps me harshly across the face. I fall down on my tail bone and cry out in pain.

"Ella, Ella, Ella, ELLA!" Harry's yells.

I snap back to reality from my memory.

"You okay?" He asks a lot softer now.

I nod.

"I don't even know why I asked that, I know your not." he says looking at me with eyes of sympathy and wipes a tear of mine.

I didn't even know I was crying till I felt Harry's hand on my face.

He then does something very unexpected. He gently wraps his muscular arms around me. He's careful not to hurt my back to.

I tensed at first not used to this, but I slowly start relaxing under his touch.

"Do you want to talk about it, or in your case write about it." he asks me.

Memories I mouth, not really wanting to tell him anymore.

He's a pretty good lip reader since he got that in the first try. Im guessing he's getting used to it.

I felt weirdly safe in Harry's arm but I get out of his gentle grip. Right now I need to be alone. I write to him that Im going upstairs and that I want to be alone which he just nods.

I rush upstairs and close the door. I sit on the bed and cry. I cry and cry till I have to more tears left in me. All I can feel now is my heart slowly breaking in silence. I take out the sketch book Harry got me on the way to the cabin along with the crayons and pencils he got me. Whenever I feel so many emotion at once like now, I either write or draw. I don't know what I draw at first. I start off with a couple lines and stuff but as the drawing goes on I have a image in my head of what I can draw using the lines i previously drew.

I stated drawing a couple of dark curved lines. The I drew half a circle. I then got the perfect image of what I want to draw in my head.

*about 45 minutes later*

I finish the drawing and look at it. Its a drawing of a eye glossy and a tear spilling out of it. (picture on the side) I only used shades not colours and that gave it more of a depressing feel.

I still had a lot of anger and sadness in me so I ware a pair of Adidas shorts that's black and the logos is white. I was going to go in just my sports bra but I'm not comfortable in showing my stomach. Im to fat anyways. I also don't want to see my back to. Instead I just ware a white tank top over the sports bra. I tie my hair in a ponytail and head down stairs.

Harry was watching the telly but once he heard my foot steps his head turned in my direction. He gives me a full body look over.

"Heading to the training room?" He asks.

I nod.

"Ok, I'm to tired to do anything today, so you're on your own." he tells me after.

I nod not really caring. I wanted to go alone anyways.
I go to the kitchen after and fill up a bottle full of cold water and take it with me to the training room.

I slip on my boxing gloves and punch the punching bag multiple time with all my force.

I elbow it. knee it, kick it, punch it, I basically do all the moves I know on the punching bag and take out all my emotions.

By the time I was done with it there was sweat trickling down my face, and all over the top part of my tank top along with my back.

I picked up my bottle water off the ground and gulp down the cold water.

I here slow clapping which catches my attention. I turn my head to the sound of the claps and there stands Harry.

"That was pretty impressive. I won't be surprised if you can kick me arse."he tell me with a smirk.

I wonder how long he was here so I point to the clock on the wall and then him.

"If you're wondering how long I was here for, I was here about 5 minutes after you went in. You're probably wondering why I did that, and to be honest it was because I was bored and there was nothing on the telly so I watched you." he tells me truthfully with a shy smile.

I sigh in annoyance, at least he's honest.

"You're pretty sweaty, you go take a shower and I will make some lunch, okay?" He asks me.

I nod I was a bit hungry and I definitely need to take a shower.

Harry's pov

She gets out of the training room and makes her way to the washroom to take her shower. I'm still a bit surprised that Ella is this good at fighting, but never uses her skill against people.

It's just another example of how much of a good person she is.

I go into the kitchen and make some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, aka the only thing I can make without causing any damage anywhere.

I make myself two sandwiches and one for her. I then place a glass of milk on the kitchen table for her,and a glass of milk for me.

She comes in a couple minutes later and she's waring a pair of plaid pyjama pants and a white tee shirt. He hair is slightly messy and wet. She smell really good. Like a mixture of something fresh and strawberry.

We started eating and it was silent. Thankfully it wasn't awkward though.

She finished half her sandwich and a little over half her milk but that's all she ate.

My new goal is to help her with her eating. She really doesn't eat enough and it's starting to worry me.

She looked down at her plate and started thinking again. She was in deep thoughts so I decided I had to do something to snap her out of her thoughts.

I did the first thing that came to my mind and touched her hand.

"You have soft hands." I tell her.

She looks at me and cocks her head slightly, she looked confused.

Really Harry you have soft hands. I mentally face palm.

I can feel my face get warmer so I know I'm blushing. Stupid Harry.

I decided I should change the subject before I look any weirder.

"You know that song I sang to you, well im not done writing it. I need help to finish writing it because I'm stuck, and if I told you I finished writing it, it's because I wanted to sound smart." I tell her.

Wow Harry ' because I wanted to sound smart' you just made your case a lot better.

I look at her face and she has a bright smile, her dimples visible. She eagerly nods and we head to the living room to finish my half written song.