Escape||H.S

9

Aliyah's pov
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I stood there as Harry continued to caress my cheek with the back of his hand.

I felt shivers run up and down my spine as all I can think was. What is he going to do.
Will I get punished? Cut? Beaten?
Who knew what was coming for me.

Harry tilted his head to the left a little as his fingers ran over my busted lips.

I moved my head back causing his fingers fall from my lips.
He didn't show emotion as I did that, but I knew that angered him.

Why wasn't he showing emotion? He just stood there looking at me while his hand never stopped touching my face.

It scared me honestly, I don't know when he will break and take his anger out on me.

I slowly took a step back his hands no longer touching me. Harry took a step forward. My breathing increase as his movement was slowly and steady.

His hand slowly went down to his side as he took another step towards me, decreasing the space between us but I took 2 small steps back.

I didn't dare take my gaze off of Harrys face. Tears stained my cheeks as they were dried from moments ago when I cried to Scarlett on the phone.

I was shocked to cry I was to scared to shed a single tear.

I took multiple steps back but that only led him to inched closer to me. The last step I took led me against the wall.

I looked at him with fear as I'm now trapped  against the wall while his body only inches away from me.

Harry hand gripped my waist but I kneed him in the stomach, making him lean forward and clench his stomach.

"Get back here bitch" Harry screamed.

I sprinted up the stairs trying to ignore the pain that shoot through my lower area as I tried to run away from him but I wasn't fast enough as I felt myself trip from his hand grabbing my ankle.

I cried in pain as my head collided with the stairs.
My vision blurred a bit, my head started to throb massively.

"Shit" I cried out as the pain was to much to handle at the moment.

I felt Harry tug my ankle making my body go down the stairs until my body was under Harrys. I shook my head as I cried from pain and fear.

Harry gripped my waist, picking my useless body up from the stairs. I didn't know if he was taking me down stairs or up but it didn't matter to me.

"Always fighting back Aliyah, you always know how to get me angry"
Harry growled as his he put me down, my feet rarely touching the floor as my back was against the wall.

"Please" I sobbed, shaking my head. My eyes remained closed but tears still escaped.

"Please what Aliyah? not to hurt you? That's not happening "  Harry said before I felt his fist collided with my stomach.

I screamed trying to get him to stop but his fist collided with my stomach again.

"Stop" I managed to cry out but Harry only shook his head before I see him lift his fist up and back down before hitting my stomach once again.

"Why stop Aliyah? This is what you deserve, for being a bad girl" Harry grabbed my hair and threw me into the floor.

"Why stop?" He said again. His feet hitting my stomach.

I shake my head, crying, begging for him to stop but that only caused him to continue.

"Begging won't make me stop"
His feet collided with my side where he had cut me.

I arch my back as I can feel the blood slowly escape the wound.

"Bad girls deserve pain" Harry spat as he continued to kick me.
I put my hand out trying to get his feet to stop but that only made his feet hit my hand.

"Fuck!" I screamed as I felt my bone crack.

I sobbed violently. My chest hurt from crying. It was hard for me me to breath from his fist and hands colliding with my stomach.

"Stop, please" I wheezed.

"What did I tell you about telling me what to do!"

Harry grabbed a fist full of my hair and putting my head up so my face was inches from him.

His breath hit my face as he breathes heavily from anger.

"N-not to tell y-you what to do" I chocked out. I started to coughing, gasping for air. I turn around as I felt something trickle down my lips. I though i was drooling but I was wrong.

I look down to see red criminals blood hit the floor beneath me.

"Look at you" Harry laughed as he let go of my hair.

"Weak and pathetic, why try fighting if we both know you'll lose"

I only shook my head as I spit out the blood that was inside my mouth. Coughing and gasped a few more times before I stopped.

I didn't care at the moment if I spit on my floor I just wanted to leave this bastard.

"Y-your wrong"
I looked up at him as he stood in front of me.
Harry laughed out loud.
"Oh please kitten" Harry continued to laugh in my face.

I slowly pushed myself up ignoring the pain on my abdomen as i put my feet flat on the floor and pushed myself up and wincing as I did.

With out thinking. My hand flew up and collided with something or someone.

"You bitch" Harry roared grabbing onto his stinging cheek.

My mouth was open a gap while I looked at him in pure shock.

I didn't care at the moment that my hand stung as I slapped him with my bad hand I was just afraid to care.

My eyes furrowed as I heard Harry starting to laugh.

"Your just made this worse for you kitten"