He has my heart. L.s.

8

*Week passes. Harry is released.*

I was released yesterday, Dad wasn't home because he was thankfully on a business trip. So I lied to Mum and Gem but saying Niall and I had a project with sleep patterns. They thankfully bought it. Now we are on the bus Niall and Liam chatting away.

"You know what would be fun?" Liam asks. "Before it got really cold we went to the beach next weekend. Sophia's aunt has a huge beach house and I think it would be fun."

"Does her aunt live there?" Niall asks.

"Nope, her aunt travels a lot mostly in America," Liam smiles.

"That sounds like fun," I speak up. "It would work
'cause Dad is away on business, let's do it!" I smile.

Liam nods looking at Niall who nods. "I'll tell Louis and them our plan!"

Louis. We've been texting off and on and o haven't saved his number because well he will forget about me soon enough. This morning he texted me said he wanted to talk. I have a good guess what about.

He won't understand. How many times must I say it?! No body understands that even if I have bruises or broken bones it's his word against mine, they will look at my wrists and say that I just want attention. He will say I'm always getting into fights, I won't win. Plus Mum loves him, and maybe deep down he loves her too. Mum and Gem would hate me if I broke this family up. What would stop them if they do believe to take Mum away too, 'cause she didn't try to run or save me.

The bus stops we all file out I immediately spot Louis and Zayn leaned up against the wall each have a cigarette between their lips. I bite my lip trying to ignore him and maybe he won't see me, but it's too late.

"Styles!" He calls, I don't make am effort to slow down. "Harry! Mate c'mon," he huffs finally falling into step with me. "I wanna talk about what you said last Friday about falling down the stairs."

I stop right in the middle of the hallway people walk into me and mutter under their breaths. I stare at Louis. Then grab his wrist pulling him to an empty classroom. I shut the door and lock.

I begin to pace glancing up at Louis who's now sitting on a desk. "Harry you can tell me I won't judge you or tell anyone."

"Fine you wanna know? My father hates me, no I'm not being a dramatic teenager he hates me with every fiber in his body. He calls me a fag. He beats me like I'm just some punching bag. When I was in the hospital it's because days prior my scum of a father was going to fucking rape my Mum because he had too much to drink so I fucking stopped him and he beat me until I was spitting up blood. I refused to go to the hospital!" I take a much needed breath my back facing Louis my hands balled up into fists. "Why I don't go to anyone? Because Mum still loves that jack ass and he loved her at one point. Her and my sister would never forgive me if I ruined the family."

After my rant I feel like crumbling, I feel like I need to scream as loud as I can. My fists still at my sides my nails digging into my palm. Louis is silent, I wish he would just say something already.

"Damn you do have it worst," he mumbles. I don't want to look at him because I don't that look of sympathy, not from him not form anyone. "Your cuts?" He asks.

"I've been clean for forty-eight days and counting," I mumble finally turning around to look at him.
Strange enough he doesn't have that look of sympathy, it's more as a confused.

"How bad are they?" He asks.

"From my mid fore arm to my wrist on both wrists.
A few on my stomach and thighs. They are ugly," I look at my feet but glance up to see him motioning me forward. My feet oblige and stumble toward him. He picks up my arm and rolls my hoodie sleeve up, then he glances up at me.