"Close your eyes." The familiar voice told me. I looked one last time at his golden hair and soothing blue eyes before smiling and letting my eyelids close. "Now, don't move, okay, Harry?"
I nodded and couldn't help but let out a giggle. Suddenly, I felt his lips against mine, and all my breath knocked out of me. When he pulled away, I made a confused face.
"What was that fo-"
"I said keep your eyes closed!" He ordered. I smirked and kept them closed. "O-okay Styles. You c-can open your eyes.."
I opened them and gasped. Right in front me was my beautiful, gorgeous boyfriend, down on one knee, holding a velvet magenta box, with a ring in it. Tears flooded my eyes. Austin's face lit up when he saw me already nodding.
"I want us to go steady." He said finally.
"Yes yes yes yes!!" I shrieked. He stood up and put the ring on my finger. I started crying violently, and the crowd of people that had gathered around us started cheering and clapping. I jumped into his arms and hugged him. I held him tightly.
And I never wanted to let go.
But suddenly, the entire world around us darkened. It darkened to a miniscule point in which he and I stood in. He pulled away and his loving and happy face suddenly changed into an evil and dark one.
"You stupid disgusting manwhore!" He shouted, grabbing my arm hard enough to bruise and yanking my damaged arm up so I could see it. "Look at them! LOOK AT THEM! You're so ugly! You will never find someone better than me because no one will ever love you! You-" A punch to my jaw. "-deserve-" A punch to my nose. "-every-" A punch right in my temple. "-hit-" A punch to my eye. "-you take!" I felt his hands on my shoulders, and I was on the ground in an instant. "You better fucking cooperate, you stupid cunt."
"N-no..Austin..please.." I begged, blood seeping quickly from my nose. "I-I...I didn't want my f-first time to be..l-like this."
I couldn't say anymore. He was going to do it, despite my cries for help.
No one would come. Because no one cared.
I knew it was happening, and there was nothing I could do. All I knew at that moment was pain. A pain more intense than any cut I'd ever given myself. A pain that made every punch, kick, and shove from Austin seem like a dream I wish I could get back. A pain that numbed all my senses and made my head hurt worse than it ever had before.
And that was all that I felt.
Pain.
*****
I jerked up in my bed, panting heavily. My vision was blurred, and spinning all around.
"Harry, are you-"
I screamed. I don't know why, I think it was a defense mechanism. Someone was sitting in the chair in the corner, and they spoke. I didn't take a second to ask who it was, I didn't wait for them to move. I jumped out of my bed and instinctively grabbed the razor from behind my pillow.
"HELP HELP!! THERE'S SOMEONE IN MY ROOM!!" I shouted.
"Harry, wait! It's just me!"
I screamed again. This time, because I heard a voice.
A voice that haunted my dreams, and my life. A voice that cracked my soul in half, and took the only ounce of innocence and faith in humanity I had left that fateful night. A voice I never wanted to hear again.
