Bruises (A Harry Style FanFiction)

(A/N: Yes, I know, I'm writing another one aha. Although I think the message in 'People Like Us' is important, I didn't know how to continue the story. But I really believe highly in this one & I think it's going to contain multiple plot twists & cute stuff - so I really believe in this story. I'm actually extremely excited about writing it!)

Chapter One

(This starts off in her childhood)

It was the darkest black I had seen in my entire life. It was the type that engulfed you and drowned you in your sins. It made every noise sound as if it was your last second of life. Yet, despite the fear I felt, I could only focus on my mother’s uncontrollable sobs. I couldn’t see much of her face, but I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to see the broken glass beneath her sea blue eyes.

At only the age of five, I had experienced more than most twenty-five year olds. Often, people say that’s a good thing, that it makes me wiser. Perhaps it did make me wiser, but it also ripped my innocence away. It also haunted me with recurring nightmares. Of the pills, the bruises, the tears, it was all I ever saw - all I had ever known.

“Mommy, what’s wrong?” I whispered, not wanting to disturb my father if he had happened to be sleeping beside her body. My mother shifted around on the duvet, but didn’t say a word. “He isn’t in here,” I reassured her, “I promise.”

“I can’t do it anymore, Lina.. I can’t,” Her voice was hoarse from all of the screaming. I had heard it from my room, hunched over a coloring book trying to block the voices out. It hadn’t worked, and my paper was moist by the time the argument had seized.

“Can’t do what anymore?” I felt my body begin to tremble as my biggest fear was coming to life - my mother leaving me. Alone. With that monster.

“H-he..” She hesitated before continuing. Minutes seemed like days before she said another word, “He found another woman. He wants to be with her instead.”

I felt awful for my mom, but happy because he wanted another person to hurt. Not her. “That is what you want isn’t it?”

“But not like this, never like this. He wants us to stay here, because it’s cheaper to be in a marriage. And divorce would be more costly...”

“So he’ll still live here?” The room began to spin around me. Not only will I be force to call another woman mom, but he will continue to bruise up my actual one. I couldn’t have that.

“No, I kicked him out,” Her voice cracked at the last few words. The courage it must have acquired made me admire my mother, but also fear for her. He would come back with vengeance.

“What shall we do then?”

“First, we shall go to sleep. We’ll consider all of our options in the morning,” I heard her body move over, “Stay the night with me, baby girl.”

“Okay,” I climbed up onto the comforter and laid beside her in the chilling night. I was cold as the thoughts of my father coming in the night bombarded my mind.

“I love you,” I said; not knowing that would be the last time my mouth would every form those words.

“I love you, get some sleep,” She whispered before I slipped into hours of unconsciousness.

The next morning I woke up to realize my father hadn’t come home... Two weeks later, neither did my mother.