Think About Love

Part 8: Cuts.

Julie's POV

I woke up with a strong stinging sensation on my wrist, jolting up from the pain. I was confused before the memories came back to me from last night.

Slapped.

Mom.

Tears.

Razor.

I shuddered at the last one mentally cursing at myself. I swore I would never touch one again, but last night I couldn't help it. Too much had happened, and I couldn't resist. I rolled up my sleeve to see he damage, my eyes popping open. There were 6 fresh cuts, one still trickling blood lightly. My eyes watered but I wiped them away. What had I become? A 17 year old suicidal, anxiety-filled girl whose Dad beats her, whose boyfriend cheats on her, and who has fallen, quite deeply, for an insane superstar named Harry Styles. I held my head in my hands, not wanting to go face my father and stepmother downstairs. I checked my phone, seeing I had one new message.

Unknown: "Hey babe, it's Harry. How's everything going? xx"

I smiled at the text through my tears, inputting his name before responding.

Me: "Fine, I guess. Thank you for checking."

I wondered how he got my number, but pushed the thought away as my phone dinged again.

Harry: "When can I see you?"

I smiled, sending him back one quickly.

Me: "I'm not sure. Soon hopefully. x"

I snuck the "x" in at the end before setting my phone down on my bed. I got up, keeping Harry's hoodie on to cover the scars. Then, reluctantly, I stalked downstairs. I was ignored as I walked in the kitchen, seeing my dad at the table along with my stepmother. She glanced up, shooting me a grin, and I scowled. How dare she? She knew exactly what she did, but she didn't care. "Bitch." I muttered under my breath. I instantly regretted it when my dad's chair squeaked against the floor, and he came bounding over to me. "What the fuck did you just say?" He yelled in my face. "N-nothing Dad," I said, trying to wriggle away from the tight space he had me in against the wall. I felt his hand connect with my cheek and I let out a groan. He continued hitting me over and over and I hunched down, crying. "Please dad, stop!" I yelled. He just hit harder. Punch after punch was delivered to my abdomen, sure to leave bruising. I crumpled to the floor and he kicked me with all of his might. I grasped my stomach in pain, the wind being knocked out of me. "And who's hoodie is that?" He screamed. "Is it your  boyfriend's? Who's the slut dating now!" I cringed at his words. I had only ever dated Dean. I looked at my stepmother for help, but she just stared down at her newspaper. I tried to crawl away, but he yanked me by my hair back. "PLEASE!" I sobbed. He wouldn't let go as he dropped my head with force, my head slamming against the tile. I groaned in pain. "Oh, John, let her go." My stepmothers voice was soft, but there. He dropped his arms and listened, muttering something along the likes of "this isn't over" before returning to his seat. Woop die fucking doo, she did something nice for a change. I crawled up the stairs in agony, trying to comprehend what happened. When I reached my room I fumbled for my phone, my breathing ragged as I felt the back of my head, pulling my hand away to see drops of blood. I dialed the only person I knew cared for me and hit call.

Harry.

Harry's POV

      I smiled as I saw her name flash up on my screen, and I quickly answered. The smile was quickly wiped off my face when I heard the way she was breathing, mixed in with sobs. "Hey Julie what's-" she cut me off. "Harry please help me." She whispered. I stood up immediately, becoming concerned. "Why? What's wrong?" I asked, scared. "Please come get me, Harry. There's blood." She whispered the last part and I couldn't hear her anymore. "Baby! Are you alright! Fuck! I'm on my way." I screamed. "Please baby, stay strong. I'll be there." I didn't think before saying the one thing on my mind as I grabbed my car keys.
"I love you."

Julie's POV

      I held my head in my hands, it was pounding and I could feel the wetness on the back of my head. I felt myself drifting away, I was never good with the sight of blood, no matter how small the amount was. The amount wasn't that great, just enough that I could feel it and it came off on my hand when I touched it. Regardless, I couldn't find the words to say to Harry, but I heard him whisper. "I love you." I screamed it over and over again in my head that I loved him too, but I made no sound. Instead, I slowly fell into darkness and all I could think about was hoping the curly headed boy came to my rescue.

A/N SHORT CHAPTER AGAIN, I HAD A TON OF HOMEWORK BUT I WILL PROBABLY UPDATE THE 10TH PART AGAIN TONIGHT! ANYONE WANT A DEDICATION? COMMENT!

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