Diana

Chapter 18 : A Girl With Scars

December 20th

I laughed as harry tickled me on the messy bed, I just couldn't stop laughing.

"Haaaaarry stoooop!" I managed to get out between giggles. His smile got wider it was so cute but this tickling was torture, my stomach began to hurt from laughing to much, I couldn't even breath.

He just kept on tickling me but his smile faded as he looked at something on my wrist when my sweater started to slip, then he immediately stopped. The n looked at me with his wide green eyes. Shit, he saw my cuts.

"Diana?" He gulped.

My eyes started to water. And I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, now I was crying. Nobody wants a girl with scars, do they?

"Diana, please!" He quickly followed behind. But I soon slammed the bathroom door, locking it. Well this day went from good to bad in the matter of seconds. To this point I'm sobbing, in the bathroom holding my head in my hands while leaning over the counter.

"Diana just please open the door." He said calmly on the other side, and it sounded as if he was about to cry, what? I tried to even out my breath to be calm, I unlock the door letting him in. He immediately open the door and pulled me into his chest.

"Why babe? Why would you do that to yourself?" He said holding my head to look at him.

"I want to tell you everything I just don't know how!" I cried not making eye contact. I put my head back into his chest.

"Please just tell me." He whispered.

I decided to just show him my body, he looked at me confused as I pulled of my sweater, then slowly I pulled down my leggings leaving me in just my bra and underwear. I felt uncomfortable showing my body but I wanted to feel comfortable. Harry gasped at the big black and blue bruises all over my body and the scars and new red cuts all over my thighs and wrists. I just cried even more.

"Are those bruises from the girls at school?" He asked with his face full of sympathy. He really had no idea.

"It's from my, um, it's from my father." I said looking down crying.

"Your abused at home by him?!"

I nodded my head.

"This is why you cut?" He said.

"For the most part, yeah."

He came closer to me, then put his hand gently on my shoulders, moving my hair behind them. He gently pressed his lips to a big bruise on my

right shoulder.

"You still look beautiful babe."

"No I-"

"Yes you do, and by the way I'm gonna kick your father in the ass." He said making me laugh a little.

"No but I seriously will." He said then kissed me slowly. And held me in his arms for a while. It didn't matter how silent it was, it just felt good to be in his arms and I wanted to stay like that forever.