The Moment | hs au

7 Years

Trigger warnings, if you aren't comfortable with certain topics regarding abuse please skip this chapter.

The first day of October moved into the second, and then the third. It's been a week since Harry and Margo ran through the rain in Central Park. The days have gone quickly and Margo has been very busy. She usually gets an early rush at this time of the year and her website has only crashed twice surprisingly. Countless times, Margo has thought about the question Margo so keenly avoided from Harry.

Why was she in New York City?

Her tough look wasn't always so. She used to be small, insecure, and vulnerable. She moved to New York to escape that. Margo's life has been quite tragic. Starting with the fact that her birth name wasn't Margo.

Her mom died when she was born. There was a complication in birth where either Margo or her mom would make it out. Not both. Of course, her mother chose to save her daughter—a mother's love is like that. Her mother had picked out the name Elizabeth. It's on Margo's birth certificate as Elizabeth. She would get it changed eighteen long, hard years later.

The unfortunate thing is that her mother already loved her endlessly, her dad however, could only ever see her as the thing that killed his loving wife. He was furious when his wife chose to save the unborn baby, his love was never there for his daughter.

Her early years were tough. Her father never cared for her like a daughter. She was a menace to him. He went into depression after losing his wife and Margo doesn't think that ever went away.

The home Margo's parents started in was gone by the time she could walk. Then it was in and out of hotels until her father could get an apartment. The apartment, however, didn't last long. He came home drunk and their neighbors called he police more than once when they heard a baby crying all throughout the day when no one was home. Of course, her father managed to battle child services. Even though he resented his daughter, it was all he had left of his wife. His beautiful wife.

When she was seven years old, there were into their third trailer. The first trailer park filed complaints against Margo's dad for leaving his daughter alone at the trailer all day. She cried and eventually a sensible neighbor broke into the house to show care for Margo. Her father did not like that at all. They moved. And moved again.

When Margo was eleven years old, she started to become a woman. She started fitting into her clothes and filling out. Her father, the disgusting man he is, took notice.

He didn't want to live in a trailer park. He wanted money and he wanted it bad. He wanted it bad enough to sell his daughter's body. Margo was twelve when it started.

He didn't care what shape the men left her in. He bought her new dresses for the first time in six years. He was drunk on this idea of making money at his daughters expense. He saw it as a way to punish Margo for killing his wife in his eyes, and he did it for five years.

Margo's father earned money this way until Margo was seventeen years old. Her friends at school never understood why she couldn't come over to their houses after classes. Their mothers were concerned of course, but they would never guess what was going on at Margo's home. They saw the bruises hid behind long sleeves and the life draining out of her beautiful young eyes.

Just before her eighteenth birthday, her father came home one night that Margo didn't have a man waiting for her. He wasn't drunk, but Margo almost wished he was. He hit her repeatedly. The reason he was mad at her on this night was never uncovered. It went with him to the grave.

After he left Margo bloody on the kitchen floor, Margo took matters into her own hands. No longer would she be an object. No longer a slave for her body. The first thing she saw—steak prongs—would be her ticket to freedom. She didn't feel remorse when she watched her father bleed out on the living room carpet. He hated her, she hated him. He let all those men touch her and use her. No longer. That's the night Elizabeth ceased and Margo began. She could never go back, she was different.

The police saw it as an act of self defense and didn't charge her with anything. She lived in foster homes until her eighteenth birthday. She hot all the money her father had and bought a bus ticket to New York City, bought a loft for cheap and the rest just followed.

She didn't make friends because she didn't want them to know about her past. But then she met Taylor.

Taylor listened to her stories and cared. She was the best friend that Margo needed desperately. It was cut far too short. Some time after Taylor's death, she met Liam. Liam treated her like crap, but as the famous quote goes, we accept the love we think we deserve.

Margo hadn't dated anyone—ever. She was uncomfortable with someone seeing her body after growing up with it seen as a toy. Liam seemed to care, he really did, he pressured her into things Margo never wanted but thought she needed. Margo thought that by proving to herself that the past is the past, she could move on from her childhood. She eventually got over it, but sex was never as fun for her as it was for Liam. He didn't care. He never knew about Elizabeth.

Margo's life has been tragic, but perhaps meeting Harry was the start of a better life.