Broken

Chapter 42

He threw me against the wall and smacked me, taking my breath away suddenly. His huge hands tried to pin me down as I fought back, kneeing him where it hurts as he tried to straddle me.

"Get off me!" I screamed, hitting back and crying as my knuckles bled.

He came back for me. He had been released and came back for his revenge.

"Come back here!" he shouted at me, grabbing my arm as I tried to run away.

I screamed and tried to smack him, but he pulled me down, hitting me hard against the jaw and banging my head against the wooden floor. My eyes rolled back in my sockets, the room spinning around me, "no one treats me the way you did and gets away with it."

I felt the floorboards under my fingertips, nails scraping along their wooden surface and screeching.

"Harry..." I breathed before I knocked out of concision. It all happened so fast I couldn't control the situation.

The police hadn't done enough, they should have protected me and Harry so this didn't happen. I heard the sound of his feet marching towards the door, leaving me for dead in the middle of the living room. My hair was streaked with blood, flooding my dreams and shattering them. Mum flashed before my eyes, her grieving face deceiving me. Why was she so sad?

I wondered where she was, where did she go after being released? I would imagine as far away from me as possible, trying to start a new life along with the gilt on her shoulders.

Dad's face as I opened the door haunted me, I should have done something, I should have called Harry at any chance I could. But I froze under his glare and let him treat me the way he did when I was a kid. Why didn't I fight harder?

"Kristen?" I heard Harry call warily as he climbed up the spiral staircase. His low husky voice painted his image in my head. The sweet grin on his face, hair blowing in the wind as his green eyes met mine...

The door hung on it's hinges from when dad pushed it open before hitting me, sending thoughts through Harry's head that panicked him. He threw himself to the ground next to me, stroking my head gently to find blood staining his fingers.

"God Kristen..." he gasped.

I groaned as his voice woke me, bringing me back to the world with a thumping head I couldn't bear.

"Harry..." I managed to whisper.

His eyes widened, hand shaking as he held his phone in shock.

"Ssshh," he hushed, pressing his lips against mine to calm me down," your okay...everything's going to be okay."

He didn't sound so sure. I opened my eyes, whimpering in the sudden bright light. Harry was stumbling down his mobile, telling someone about my condition. He was staring right into my glassy eyes, his own now watery and bloodshot. I wiped one of his tears away and smiled sadly, my arms wrapped around his neck.

"He's...gone," I stuttered, wincing at the sting on the back of my head.

"I know...I know," he whispered,

"don't push yourself, Kristen, stay still..."

I nodded and closed my eyes again, letting him stroke my hand as I breathed slowly against the pain...