Broken {HarryStyles}

Chapter 20

>>Thalia's POV<<

"What?! The one that fucking tortured you? What the actual fuck Thalia!" Casey stopped at a red light, looking at me as she waits for it to go green.

"Listen, he is different. He treats me like an absolute princess- a-and I knew there was a different side to him. I knew it." I said, throwing my hands up in the air.

"So you forgive him now?" She says, driving off once the lights went green.

"I guess so. I forgive him, but I will never forget what he done to me." I mumble.

She sighs, "As long as he is nice to you now, I don't care then." I smile at her, it went quiet for a few moments. "So I'm guessing you two have fucked?"

"CASEY!" I yell, laughing.

"So you have?" She asks and I blush, "Oh my! You have! Awe Thalia. How long have you been together then?"

"A month." I blush, her jaw dropped.

"A month and you've fucked? Jeez." She chuckles. "So.. Was he good?"

"Casey!" I screech and she giggles. "I'm kidding, darling. If your happy I'm happy."

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"I'll see you later!" I wave, shutting the car door behind me, it was quarter to nine, so Harry must've gone.

I walked through the house after giving one last wave to Casey as she drove off, and immediately went up to the bathroom, because I started to feel dizzy, and sick.

I leant up against the sink, my vision going blurry.

"Your pathetic to life! No one even wants you here." I heard a familiar voice in my head. My fathers.

"Slut!"

"Ugly."

"Your own dad raped you, how do you feel?" Cackles of laughter echoed around my head.

"Is it true that you had sex with your dad?!"

"What's the point of you even living."

"No no no." I grab my hair, tugging at it. This needs to stop. I raid through the cupboards and searched for something that I hadn't use in a while.

"Your such a slut, who the fuck even sleeps with their dad?!"

I cry loudly, snapping the plastic razor in half and throwing the blade part on the floor as hard as I could, sliding down next to it l.

I can't do this. I can't.

I see it shining in the corner of my eye.

"Nobody even likes you, why the fuck are you even here, or alive?!"

I grab the blade and cut a deep gash across my wrist, blood immediately slipping down my hand. I done more with every word that someone had called me in my head.

"WHORE!"

"Fat."

"Slut."

"Cunt."

I cut so many more lines on my wrist, as deep as I could.

My eyes started to go black, I watched the puddle of blood below my arm spread.

"No.." I whispered, feeling my vision being taken away from me. "I'm so sorry.. Harr-y..."

The last thing I saw was my bloody wrists before I fell unconscious.