Ch. 11
'Deep Scars....Painful Memories'Harrys POV
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I sighed hearing Mia gasp as she saw my scars. closing my eyes I felt her soft fingertips trace over my scars, to the last one.
"what happened?" Mia whispered. I sighed beginning to explain my past.
***Flashback seven years ago****
I trembled in the corner of my room hearing my father scream and yell at me through the door.
"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR YOU LITTLE SHIT!" he slurred. I jumped gasping as he knocked the door down.
"You See What You Made Me Do!!?" he screamed.
"N-No D-Dad! Please!" I begged as he walked toward me. he slapped me straight across the face. I whimpered, pain throbbing in my left cheek.
"Get. Up." he ordered through gritted teeth. I slowly got up, my body trembling. he roughly took my body by my forearm dragging me down the hall. I grunted when he three me to the ground.
"Dad Please!" I whimpered curling up in a ball, bringing my knees to my chest, my small fourteen year old frame trembling and weak. he picked me up yanking off my shirt, turning me around, tying up my wrists so I couldn't move. my arms were above my head, my knees on the ground kneeling down.
I cried out feeling a hard thin stick strike me on the back. I whimpered, grunted, cried out, and panted as my father continued to mercilessly beat me. I could feel the throbbing pain of my bruised, cut open flesh. the last thing I remembered was my father finishing his beating on me and the door swinging open, as I felt the warmth of my blood trickle down my back.
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I groaned waking up to a horrible beeping sound.
"Harry!" I heard a familiar voice sob.
"Mum" I mumbled opening my eyes.
"Oh love, I'm so happy that you're okay" she sobbed holding onto me tight. I winced.
"easy Mum" I mumbled.
"Oh sorry Dear, I-I was just so worried" she mumbled and ended in a whisper.
"its okay Mum" I promised.
"you will be from now on" she smiled.
"what!?" I choked out
"they gave me full custody honey, no more weekends with your Dad" she whispered. I smiled bringing my Mother in for a tight hug.
***flashback over***
I had shifted from my previous position. watching Mia intently as she took in what I said. she leaned forward softly pressing her soft, pink lips to mine. I closed my eyes, enjoying her kiss.
"I'm sorry" she whispered after we pulled away, leaning her forehead against mine.
"its alright, it wasn't your fault" I mumbled as we lied together. I smirked, feeling her shiver as my finger traced her thigh. I loved knowing how I made her feel.
"Harry" she gasped as I kissed her neck feeling goose bumps rise on her skin.
Mia's POV
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I sighed quietly as Harry and I laid together. I couldn't help but think to what he said, about his father....... how could someone who's supposed to love their child do that? I bit my bottom lip, wincing as I could only imagine the pain and hurt he felt. our finger were laced together on his chest as it rose and fell calmly while he slept. I leaned up to him, softly kissing his cheek.
I let a tear slip as I thought about my father. he loved me, yes. he just couldn't be in my life. Harrys father was in his life, yet he chose to beat harry instead of cherish the fact that he could see his child. how could someone be so......so cruel, so hateful? why even have a child if you're just going to beat them. Harry was lucky that he lived. it hurt me to think of the pain, sadness, loneliness, and fear he felt. he was just a boy. he didn't know what to do!
I wish I could just take his pain away, make him forget.
'how can I feel so much,
for a man I hardly know?'***********************
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