Do I Frighten You?

Chapter 8

*****Ella's POV*****

His eyes were a deep red. "Do I Frighten You!?" He yelled in my face. Tears immediately started streaming down my face. Yes. Yes he did frighten me.

Before he could do anything else, I screamed in his face and jumped up, I ran as fast as I could to his room upstairs. I heard him chasing after me. I slammed his bedroom door and locked it. I pushed my back up against the door, my breathing was heavy and uneven. I knew he was on the other side of the door. "Ella. Open the door" he said through clenched teeth. I stayed quiet, I refuse to be in the same room as him. He is freaking Bipolar! One second he is all sweet, the next he has bloody red eyes.

He slammed his fist hard against the door making my back ache, he was really strong. "Open the door! Now!" He screamed. I cringed at his rage. "Ella open the damn door or I'll do it myself!" He threatened. My heart was racing. What do I do? If I open it he will probably kill me!

Before he broke into the room I decided I should hide, so when he does break in, I have more time to say my last words before I die. I crawled on my hands and knees to the bed. I laid flat on my stomach, on the floor and elbowed my way under the bed frame. Maybe this wasn't the best spot, but he did have a very muscular frame, I was a lot smaller than him, it would be harder for him to get under here. I just laid flat on my stomach and prayed. I felt tears slip down my cheeks.

My body jumped when I heard a loud bang against the door. Two white converse walked into the room. They stopped at the bed. My breath hitched in my throat. I am going to die. Right now. He stood there for a few seconds before bending down to where I was. "I found you" he whispered. A lump formed in my throat. "Please don't hurt me" I begged. He squinted his eyes. "Get out from under the bed" he said sternly. I shook my head no. He clearly got annoyed. Again. "Why are you so stubborn?" He asked annoyed. "Why do your moods change so fast?" I snapped back. He got angry and reached for my arm, I backed away more to the area furthest from him. I just got him madder. "You can't stay under the bed forever" "You can't keep me here forever" I snapped. Before I knew it his hand was around my wrist. He violently pulled me out from under the bed. "Get your hands off of me!" I yelped. But he didn't, his grip just got tighter, it hurt.

"Stop let me go you bloodsucking monster!" I screamed as he pushed me up against his bedroom wall. His eyes were red. They were looking deep into mine, full of anger. He held both of my hands above my head by my wrists with only one of his freakishly massive hands. "I hate you" I hissed in his face. His grip around my wrists got so tight, the pain was unbearable. "Ouch! Harry, your hurting me!" I whined. His grip loosened and his free hand took a hard punch into the wall right beside my head. If it would have been an inch closer, it would've been my face.

My breathing stopped. Tears filled my eyes, but they didn't fall. I was in shock. He almost hit me. I felt my bottom lip quiver indicating tears were about to come. He saw, his facial expression immediately softened. His eyes went back to green but they were filled with guilt, sorrow, hope, and regret. No anger. "Im..I'm so...sorry" he choked out, he sounded like he had been hit in the stomach. I looked down, a single tear fell, it landed on his shoe.

He let go of my wrists and I just dropped to my knees. I held the tender, soon to be bruised skin on my wrist, where he had his grip just a few seconds ago. He stepped back. And walked out of the room.

After sitting in shock, I got to my feet. I slowly walked over to the bathroom. I got in and shut the door, locking it behind me. I looked down at my wrists. I gasped from the sight of how bruised they were. Harry did this to me. I can't believe he did this. Like, I shouldn't be shocked, I have only just met him, he could have an abusive personality. But still, he caused me physical pain. The only thing I could think of is how it reminded me of my past. I ran away from being abused, just to be abused. By a vampire?