I turn on the lights and look in the mirror. And I see someone shattered. Sunken cheeks, bags under their eyes, wild hair, bruises every where, a death like look in their eye. They look like a monster, but that's not a monster. It's me, I'm the mons...
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I lay awake in this bed. It's not my bed. This isn't comfort or safeness. No this isn't my bed. This is the place where I lost all self respect for myself. I lay here and cry silently while Harry lies next to me sleeping soundly. Our naked bodies touching, and I just feel disgusting. I feel disgusted with myself and I don't think it will ever go away. I silently get up and go to the bathroom. I turn on the lights and look in the mirror. And I see someone shattered. Sunken cheeks, bags under their eyes, wild hair, bruises every where, a death like look in their eye. They look like a monster, but that's not a monster. It's me, I'm the monster. Soon I can't breathe I start to panic. It hurts, my chest aches. I fall to the tile floor sobbing, gasping for air. I start to scratch my chest and face trying, pleading to catch my breath. But I just continue to cry and breathe heavily. Soon blood comes, seeping out of the deep scratches I've left on my skin. I keep crying, coughing, gasping for any sense of air but it never comes. I soon feel sick and I start to dry heave into the toilet never catching a breathe. I fall to the ground, black dots blurring my vision and I hear the sound of someone calling my name. But I let go hoping maybe I'll get lucky and this is how it'll end. **Harry's POV** I walk into the bathroom and see a bloody mess lying lifelessly on the tile. "Shit." I move her hair off of her torn cheeks, she's a mess. I should've just backed out when she said she was ready, I knew she wasn't but I wanted her. I was too damn selfish to even think about how she felt, I slide my arms under her legs and my arms under her neck. I carry her small unconscious body to the bathtub and grab cleaning supplies from their safe keeping under the sink. I carefully wet the pristine rag I had clenched in my hand, slowly dabbing at the long marks running all along her chest. I set the now bloodied rag in the sink and reach for another one, drenching it in hydrogen peroxide and moving it immediately to her chest. "Ow." Emily groans placing her dainty hand around my wrist. "Hey." I whisper, setting the rag on the counter, "How are you feeling?" "Well, I'm alive." She laughs lightly moving hair out of her face, sighing I reach for the rag and dab at her face. I finish cleaning her up and covering her wounds in silence, she slowly steps out of the once white bathtub using me for support. "I'm feeling better if your still wondering." She half heartedly smiles. "We're going to have to talk," I lead her downstairs and into the kitchen "What do you want to eat?" "Just water please." "You need to eat." "I'm not hungry." "Emily. You're going to eat." "No." I rub my temples. Holy shit she was getting on my last nerve. I walk over to the pantry and grab a protein bar throwing it in her direction. "Eat." The stubborn girl finally gives in, consuming the bar. "I'm going to go run some errands, I will be back within a couple hours." And with that I leave Emily in the kitchen. The drive was long and quiet, I pull up to the rich iron gates and park my car. Walking up to a little bench and placing my bum on it, I loved the fall. "It's really beautiful this time of year isn't it Lou?" I turned to the small stone with the name Louis Tomlinson printed on the front. "I remember when we went to that orchard and you picked the largest pumpkin possible." I pause, chuckling. "You dropped that damned thing right before the scale, I will never forget the look on your face." I pat the thick grave, "I know it's been awhile, but I promise I will come out here more. Oh and I have this girl I want you to meet, she's just like you Louis." I stand up sighing, "I love you man." As I pull up to my house I see my fathers limo pulled up at the front. Groaning I turn off my car, my father never comes to my house without bearing bad news. I stride to the door and swing it open. "Why hello Harry, I see your back from visiting that faggot." "What do you want James." "I'm here getting that whore, her time here has come to an end." I laugh throwing my coat and keys into the chair Emily loved so much. "She doesn't leave until after the New Years." He takes another drink of his scotch. "She didn't even deserve to live, so I got you a new whore." "What did you do with Emily." My tone is clipped. "Why does it matter boy." He stands up. "Because she's my property." I come up with the first excuse I can find. With two steps he's standing right in my face. "You're getting married boy and it's not to that dirty whore." He laughs reaching for his coat. "I'm not getting married period." He stops his actions and his smile drops. "Excuse me?" "You fucking heard me." He grabs ahold of my neck,pinning me up against the wall. "You will be obedient and listen to me." His grip tightens. "I will fucking kill you boy." I gripe at his fat fingers, his grip only getting tighter. He throws my body on the floor "Worthless piece of shit." And with that he exits my house. "Fuck." I scream, turning so my back is facing the floor. "What do I do?" I whisper. (A/N I'm really bad about these short chapters... And I'm bad at updating.... Huge shout out to my friend for helping me with this chapter! Thank you so much Madison 😂 I really really hit a block and you helped me so freaking much soooo y'all should vote because this was a struggle • • • Word count: 1036
