Lost[ Harry styles]

Chapter One

*Harrys POV*

"Harry run!!!!" my mother screamed. I got up from the ground

Running up the stairs I reach my bedroom door and slammed it

closed. My moms screams filling my ears. I try to push my desk

in front of my door but its to late. My dad slams the door open

knocking a few pictures off the wall.  I go to hide under my bed

but he grabs my foot and picks me up hanging me upside.

"You fucking bitch, you and your dumb ass of a mother were

such a mistake, you are such a disappointment" I feel the tears

coming down my face and hear my moms light sobs coming

from downstairs. He throws me down on the bed. he goes and

grabs his belt off of his pants. I know what is about to happen.

"take your shirt off" he spits at me. I always try to prepare

myself for this but it always hurts the worse and worse each

time. I get ready for the first whip. He brings his arm back and

slings it towards me.

I wake up in a startle covered in sweat. I hate that I still have these dreams. I mean I haven't seen this man since I was 8 years old. Its been 10 years and he still haunts me. My mom finally got the courage to leave him when I was 6 but for the next 2 years he always found us. No matter where we were. In those 2 years I transferred to 4 different schools. Finally my mother did what she had to do and we moved to America. My family understood. So did my moms friends. I had no friends when I was young so I didn't have to worry about that.

I'm now 18 years old and finishing my last year in high school in America. I moved back to England when I was 13 with my mom and her jackass of a boyfriend. God why cant she just find a guy that cherishes her and doesn't fucking hit her every time she stutters.

I have to say it is great to be back in America. I always had the best of times here. Defiantly with the lads Niall and Louis. Man they are going to be so surprised when I come into school tomorrow.  New year and obviously a new me. I'm not the same as I was when I was younger. I'm stronger now. I'm more confident. And at least I'm coming into this school year with two friends already.

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I wake up to the sound of my alarm. 5:30am. Great! Back in England school started at 8:45am not annoying 7:10am. I go down to get some breakfast and I see my uncle passed out with a vodka bottle in his hand. Nothing new with that. After eating I go shower, get changed into my red plaid shirt and black jeans that have that whole in the knee. I keep my shirt unbuttoned about 3 buttons down and put my cross necklace on. I always wear that. My grandmother gave it to me when I was about 7 years old, right before I first moved to America, just before she passed away.

  It finally reaches 6:50 and I get in my car to head to school. Thank the Lord I do not have to take that awful bus. I live about 10 minutes from the school so it isn't to bad of a drive. By the area my Uncle Jason lives in you think he would be a well respected man. In reality he is just a pathetic alcoholic.

I pull up into the "senior lot" where all the seniors park. It's my first time seeing the high school so this should be interesting. The school looks really big. Bigger than the average school back in England.