My Dangerous Prince

Chapter 15

Harry's POV

"Oh my god, Alyssa."

I didn't waste anytime scooping her limp body up in my arms and bringing her into the apartment. I sat her down on the couch and knelt down on the floor in front of her.

"Alyssa." I whispered in an attempt to get her to look at me.

But her head just stayed down as she stared at her hands, her hair covering her face.

I brushed a wet strand of hair behind her ear, feeling her flinch at my touch before calming again. I held on tightly to her hands. It hurt me to see her like this, she was just so...broken.

"Please look at me." I pleaded.

When she didn't move and stayed completely silent I hesitantly touched her chin, not wanting to frighten her, and lifted it up to my level. I had to keep myself from punching a wall or storming out of the house right there.

On her jaw was a large, purple bruise that covered almost the whole side of her face. Her lip was bright red with dry blood. Stained on her cheeks were dark, black lines from crying her makeup off. But her eyes were what got me the most. She wasn't the happy, sweet, carefree girl that meant so much to me. Just by her eyes, you could tell she was scared and upset. Whoever did this ruined her, and I hated him.

"Who did this to you?" I asked, using everything I had to keep myself calm.

Her eyes flicked to me, but she stayed silent.

I shut my eyes tightly, as I asked the next question, "Was it Jonathan?"

Her silence was the only answer I needed. As if expecting my next move, she grabbed my arm, pulling me back down when I stood up.

Opening my eyes, I looked at her. I had never seen her so scared. "Alyssa, I'm so sorry."

I saw a tear roll down her cheek and taking me by shock, she jumped into my arms. I stood there, completely shocked when she wrapped her arms around a my neck and I felt her cry into my chest. I wrapped my arm around her waist and brushed her wet hair. I didn't say anything, just let her cry as i held her. In my mind though, I wanted to kill Jonathan for doing this.

When I heard her sniffle and pull away some, I looked down at her. "Hey, you're soaking wet, why don't you get a shower, it'll calm you down some."

She nodded, wiping her cheeks like a small child and following me into the bathroom. As I was pulling out a towel, Alyssa had her back to me, peeling off the wet hoodie. When she did, her tee shirt slid up, revealing what looked like another deep purple bruise.

When she turned to me, I was staring at her, anger in my eyes. "Alyssa, take your shirt off."

She looked down and shook her head.

"Alyssa."

She ignored me, staying in place.

I walked over grabbing the hem of the shirt and lifting it over her head. She didn't fight me, and I knew it was because she was too weak. I turned to look at her back which had dark bring of bruises that continued into the sides of her jeans.

Without thinking, I grabbed the button of her jeans, undoing it. She stayed in place as I pulled them down sliding them off her feet.

I stepped back feeling sick when I looked at her. There wasn't an inch of her body that wasn't bruised. But when I saw her legs was when the anger really boiled in me. On the inside of her thighs were four small, bruises. I wasn't stupid I knew why those were there.

Spinning around I slammed my fist into the wall before looking back at her. "What happen?"

Alyssa's POV