Beautifully Broken (harry styles fan fiction)

chapter eleven

TORI's POV~~

Pain.

It's a horrible thing, pain is.

It rips through you like a lightning bolt rips through wood; in a quick and treacherous manner. For most of my life, I found pain in everything I did. If I won the lottery, I would calculate how many days it would take me to run out of money. I had always seen the glass half empty. It was my nature. Maybe it was my screwed up childhood, maybe it was the way I felt about myself.

My Aunt Alice had caused me physical pain only two times in my life that I remember. Once, was when I was eleven, I was crying about my weight, telling her no one would ever love me, and she slapped me across the face. There had been a bruise, and I had to sneak into her room to get makeup so I could cover it up when we went in public. The second time was when I was fourteen. She found out that I had smoked marijuana with Lyric, an older girl who had a bad influence on me. She told me to go to my room, and I tried to explain to her that Lyric talked me into it, and she threw a full can of unopened beer at me. It hit me in the head, and I begged her to take me to the doctor. Turns out, I had a major concussion. She lied and said a softball hit me in the head.

But as I stood there, motionless, in front of my aunt, I realized that she did not want me there. She was not causing me psychical pain right now. She was not causing me mental pain, either. I just felt a constant buzz as if I was unwanted. A constant buzz that told me no one cares if I existed. Alice was always there for me, even if I didn't want her to be. She would drill in my head that four times four equals sixteen, but I never really realized that at least she cared. At least she tried to make me understand. But now, she was giving up. She had replaced me.

I let out a small cough, and walked around her, exiting the room. I picked up my phone from my pocket and called the number that I had now recognized by heart.

"Hello," I said, my voice shaking.

"Hey, Tori!" Carolyn greeted.

I sighed, relief flooding throughout me. I walked through the small living room, down the hall, and felt the tears gather in my eyes as I began opening the drawers with shaking hands.

"Care, can I talk to Harry?" I asked, as I frantically threw clothes out of the drawer into a huge suitcase, the rest in a large empty garbage bag.

"He might be asleep. Is everything alright?" Carolyn asked, concern stirring in her tone.

The tears stung my eyes as they slid down my cheeks. I sighed, waving my face with my free hand, attempting to calm down.

"I-I just. My aunt, she, um, we got in a fight, and she kicked me out," I breathed.

I began gasping at a fast pace.

"Tori, calm down. We know your address, I will wake up Harry and we will come get you right now, okay? Just be ready," Carolyn replied, worry forming in her voice.

I took a deep breath. "Thank you so much."

"It's no problem, really. You can stay with us until we figure something out," Carolyn said.

I closed my eyes, and opened them once more. "Okay. Please hurry up. She's lost her fucking mind."

Carolyn laughed. "We'll be there in ten minutes."