Hey Guys. So I'm really struggling here because half of you want Melanie to fall for Harry and have him be all sweet, and half of you want him rough, so it's impossible to make it suit you all. I'm sorry if you aren't enjoying it, seriously I am, and I'm trying to please you all. Harry is rough and loving in this book guys. He tends to be rough, yet will be sweet every so often. Sorry guys :\ BUT, I'm excited for this chapter because Alex Gaskarth from the amazing band All Time Low comes into it!!! He's shown on the side so you know what he looks like! :D
***Harry's P.O.V***
Melanie's jaw almost hit the ground as I showed her all my scars. Anger was coursing through me as Melanie accused me of not knowing what pain was. Of course I fucking know what pain is! All my life had been nothing but pain!
My father was a dick, hurting my mother, my sister ran off to get away, along with my mother, leaving me with my horrid father, Desmond. Although he really was the devil. That's why it sickened me that Melanie thought of me as the devil.
The sad part is that I got my violent side from Desmond. I was raised thinking that you had to stick up for yourself, when you're backed into a corner, you fight back, and you fight back hard. You never five in, and you are always in control. Call it sick, wrong or whatever you want, but that's just how I am. I am this way because of my bastard of a father. No matter how much I wished he wasn't, he was, and that couldn't change. I am the violent rough person I am today, and although I hated that, I can't change that.
Yes, I have hurt Melanie, but that doesn't mean my life has been easy. Far from it. We both have suffered and have been hurt by the ones we looked up to. We were both abused with hands from the same people that should have love us, but the didn't.
That's why I thought Melanie would understand me. She would understand that if you don't stand up for what you want, you'll never get it, and nobody would help you. That's why I thought Melanie would understand I had to take her, take what was mine, before somebody else did, and once again ruined my life.
"Why did you do that?" she asked in horror.
"The same reason you did when you tried to kill yourself. I'm hurting, and trying to stop it." I answered bitterly.
"Well it doesn't help." she scoffed back, giving me the same bitter attitude I have towards her.
"Then why the fuck did you do it, huh?" I spat.
"I didn't want to hurt myself, I wanted to die! To get away from this hell, to get away from you!" she shouted.
"I don't bloody care what you want Melanie! My ENTIRE life I've been pushed aside so people can get what they want! When the fuck is it going to be my turn?! Huh?! When?!" I fumed.
"When you deserve it!"
"Fuck that!" I bellowed. "Now! It is my turn, now! It is my turn to have some happiness, so suck it up, because that's just how it is!"
"It was your turn when you kidnapped me, raped, me, and fucking knocked me up! You had your turn Harry, now it's mine! I'm sick, sick, sick of your shit! I can't take it anymore!" she argued.
"WELL YOU BETTER LEARN HOW TO THEN!" I fumed. My voice was so loud and powerful it felt lie the entire house shook, Melanie flinched with the proximity the noise.
Without another word, I pulled up my jeans, and stormed out of the room. I didn't bother to cuff her up again, since the door was locked, and she would no better than to come out of the room and face me right now.
