You and I

Chapter 3

Ariana's POV
*beep beep be-*
I shut my alarm clock off and got up. I headed to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror and lifted up my shirt. I had bruses all over my stomach and chest. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair and left it down for the day. I finished in the bathroom and then went my bedroom to figure out what to wear. I put on a maroon red long sleeve shirt with skinny jeans and my Vans. I creeped downstairs to make sure my dad was gone and saw that he was passed out on the couch, a beer in his hand. I walked downstairs quietly and got as fast as I could out of that house. Why was Harry so protective over me? Why did he want to stay when I told him to leave?
*At school*
Once I walked in I did my normal reteen and went to class.
*Lunch Time*
I ran into my locker, grabbed my lunch which was a salad and ran to the beechers in the football field.
I got there and went on my phone and opened my salad.
"Hey." A familiar voice said behind me.
"Oh, Hi." I say. He smiles and sits down next to me.
"How long?" He asks keeping his focus on the floor.
"What?" I say acting innocent even though I knew he was talking about.
"Cut the bullshit. I know you know what I'm talking about so tell me." He says. Tears start to fill me eyes.
"Since I was born." I said he looked at me and concern filled his eyes.
"Why? Why does he do this to you?"
"I don't know. But when my mom died, when he would come home from work, and beat me till I screamed and cried from pain. He does it cause he blames me for my mom's death. She died while giving birth to me. He says that if I wasn't born she would still be alive." I say by now my tears were flowing freely. I didn't even try to stop them.
I felt strong arms wrap around me and hug me. It's felt so nice for someone to hold me. I haven't felt it in so many years.
"I'm sorry." He whispers.
"Why are you sorry? It'd not your fault." I ask as I pull away to face him.
"That I wasn't there to protect you."
"You didn't know and it would have been the same like every night after school."
"You wanted to leave early because he said something didn't he?"
"He said if I was even a minute late that I would get a much worse beating than I have gotten."
"Oh." He says, looking down at the ground.
"Yep."
"I'm sorry." He says. "I held you up so it's my fault."
"No its not. You didn't know." I said. The next thing took em so off guard.

"Do you maybe want to grab dinner with me tonight? Like on date?" Harry asks, obviously nervous cause he's running his hand through his hair, something I've seen him do when he's nervous.

"I'd love to." I say and Harry and I exchange numbers.