Wrong Love

Chapter 3 part 1

Sorry I didn't update omg so so sorry but I had a lot to do and this took me a while to get it right...
I hope y'all had a lovely Christmas and great start for 2016nn
Hope you enjoy the chapter!
(It involves some violence)

Song of the chapter: Broken Home - 5sos

Harry felt lost but he couldn't do anything against it...
"Why..?" He whispered.
"Why me?"
Harry had always wanted to be someone who didn't care about what other people thought of him but he did. And he always took everything too personal.
He had so much pain inside of him. He often thought he was happy and actually was but every time when he was alone and no one was near him the memories and the sadness came back.

Harry carefully touched the scar on his left side with his right hand. He still felt it and it would still take years until he wouldn't feel it anymore.

His heart hurt.

Slowly tears started to fall down his checks and heart wrenching sobs escaped his lungs. As he cried memories the memories of the time where everything was broken and hurtful came back.

Harry was about six years old when his family started to break. Back then he didn't really realise it and it all came slowly but soon he knew what was happening.
It wasn't just his parents arguing over who had to wash the dishes or who would take out the dog it who would read Harry and his sister Gemma a goodnight story. It was more than that. Way more.
But he would just know about everything when he was older.

One day when Harry was fourteen years old his father, Paul, snapped. It was the worst day of Harry's life.

"Hey mum hey dad!" He shouted as he entered the house in which his family lived. No one responded to him.
It seemed so quiet until he heard the sobs... And the screams. His mum, Anne, was crying.  And his dad was shouting. Again... Quickly he took off his shoes and ran into the kitchen where the noises came from.
As he entered the room he saw his mother lying on the ground. He mascara was all over her face and her arms showed black and blue marks.
Paul was standing beside her panting hard.
His eyes were shining with anger and Harry could smell the alcohol to where he was standing.
He knew by now that his dad hit his mother when he was drunk but he had never done it this bad... Harry was furious.
"Harry..." His mother whispered so that his father wouldn't hear her. But he did.
"Go away Harry!!" She suddenly shouted. "HE'S JUST GOING TO HURT YOU! PLEASE G-" she was cut off by Paul kicking her again. She screamed. And so did Harry.
"STOP THAT PAUL!!" He shouted as tears started to well in his eyes. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT! STOP!"
"Can't I?" Paul responded calmly. "Looks like I can." He kicked Anne again. That put Harry over the edge and he ran towards Paul. He wouldn't let him hit her ever again.

But how could Harry have thought that he could actually win a fight against his dad? He couldn't. And when his father was drunk he fought bad... He wasn't afraid to hurt anyone.
As Harry ran towards him he tourney around hockey and right when Harry was I front of him he toured around again.
A knife in his hand.
Everything happened in slow motion now. Harry tried to escape but he couldn't. Paul was holding him to hard.
That was when it happened.
Paul stabbed Harry in his left side and everything went black.