Controlled Love [Larry Stylinson] (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 18

WARNING- Might be a triggering chapter so skip the words in italic if you don't want to read. Sorry Loves<3

Harry's POV

I watch my mummy enter the house with a strange man on her arm and they walk in laughing with bottles in their hands. "Harry, come say hello."She says slurring her words and I don't want to make mummy angry so I do as she says so she won't hurt me.

"This is Trevor, Trevor this is my son Harry." She says and I look at the man who has a lot of colors on his arms. "Can I go now mummy. I'm tired." I say and my mother glares at me. "Don't be rude Harry, we have a guest here. Where's your sister?" She then asks as her and Trevor plop down on the couch.

"Gems is sleeping mummy. Its late can I please sleep too." I beg her and she pinches my arm and I yelp in pain. "I told you don't be rude!Go to your room and don't come out." She says and I run up to my room glad to be away from my mummy and stupid Trevor. I don't like him. He looks like a bad man.

When I get into bed I hear the laughter of my mummy and her friend and then they go quiet. I try to sleep but my mummy and her friend are too busy making a noise. I finally get some sleep when they quiet down.

I'm woken up when I hear the screams of my sister. I jump out of bed and rush to Gemma who is crying. When I open her room I see my mummy's friend on top of Gemma. I try pushing him off her but he is too strong. He gets off Gemma and turns to me hitting me in the face.

"Be quiet you little shit." he says and starts unbuckling his belt. "You're gonna sit and watch. If you say a word I'll kill you and your sister." He says and I shake in fear as he climbs onto Gemma. 

I sit in shock as I watch my mummy's friend on top of my sister who screams and cries, pleading him to stop. I watch as my mummy rushes into the room pushing Trevor off. I watch as she grabs a hold of Gemma who is bleeding. I watch as the police arrive to take the bad man away. I watch as my mummy shouts at the bad man as the police pull him away.

I wake up as tears rush down my face. Not again. I sit as I remember that night replay over and over again. No matter what I do, that day will always come back to haunt me in my sleep. Every night since then I've had the same nightmare. Every night I watch my sister get raped in my dream over and over again.

No matter what pills I took, the same dream comes back again. Ever since I met Louis they have been less frequent, but now it seems they have returned. It probably has to do with the guilt I've been feeling that must've triggered the recurring nightmare.

I get out of bed and see that it's 2:30. The time I usually wake up every time after my dream. I go downstairs to the kitchen and grab a glass of water. After I drink it I make my way back to my bedroom. I grab my phone and go  through my contacts.

I stop at Gemma's number which I've kept but haven't called or texted Her, I doubt she has the same number but I like to think I can call her anytime. But I know I won't, Part of me still feels guilty for what my sister went through that night because I did nothing to help her.

Every night I hear hear screams and pleas but I can't do anything to help her. I couldn't stand to look at my sister or other after that night. It went on like that for years , me ignoring them, isolating myself until I moved out years later. Gemma hugged me and gave me her number the day I left.

The look in her eyes the day I left was one I hoped to never see again. She knows I blame myself for what happened and she tried telling me that it wasn't my fault but I always felt as if it was. I could have done more. I could have run to my mother for help. hell I could have gotten the police on the phone. but instead I sat and watched in fear as that man did those horrible things to my sister.

Though she lived normally and was always happy and cheery after the incident, I saw through her facade. I saw the pain in her eyes. I saw the pain that man caused as I did nothing to help. She may have pretended to forget what happened but I didn't.

I contemplate on calling her to see if she'll pick up. What would I say? Hey, it's your brother who you haven't seen in 8 some years. Or hey, it's your brother who can't stand to look at you without seeing the pain he caused you.I push these thoughts away as I push the call button. I bite my lips nervously as the phone rings

"Hello." I hear her voice boom through the phone and i freeze at the sound. "Hi Gemma, it's uhm.. It's Harry."I say shocked she actually kept her number and answered her phone at 4 in the morning. "H-Harry? Oh my God Harry." I hear her sniffling on the phone. My heart aches at the sound.

"Hi Gems." I say as she sniffles on the phone. " I can't believe it's you. I-I...Sorry I'm just really an emotional wreck right now." She says chuckling a bit and I smile at the sound."Don't be. I'd be emotional too if I haven't heard from my big brother in almost ten years." I say and she chuckles.

"yeah, how have you been?" She asks. How have I been? "I've been.. alright, and you?" I ask and hear rustling on the other line. "I've been really good. I've missed you terribly big brother." She says making me feel even more guilty. "I've missed you too Gems. Where are you right now?" I ask wanting to meet up with her.

"I'm actually in London. I moved here couple of months ago." She says and I grin. "Well I live here too so we should get together for coffee or something because we have a lot to talk about." I say and hear her hum tiredly on the line.

"Oh shit, right it's 3 in the morning so I should let you rest. What were you doing up anyway?" I ask and hear her let out a yawn. "Well I was woken up just before you called, but I won't tell you by what because I want to show you in person." She says and I nod though she can't see me.

"Well okay, talk to you later Gemma." 

"You too, bye Harry. Love you." She says and my chest expands at her words. "Love you too Gems." I say and hang up. Now all you have to do is tell Louis you love him too. No, not now. I've ignored him all day except for the text I sent. I'm not sure he'll want to talk to me if he remembers what he told my in his sleep.

Hey, Happy Sunday!!(Its Sunday where I am.)I'm from South Africa :) Where are you from? Comment where you live if you'd like. I want to get to know my readers :)Sorry for any mistakes

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