These Four Walls // H.S

Chapter One

"Oi slut, make me and Liam some nachos." Harry shouted from the lounge room. I've never thought twice about dis obeying Harry since one night back in June. It was the first time Harry had Liam over and I had dropped a glass in the kitchen. Harry had come in, gripped me by my hair and dragged me to the bedroom. The memory was horrible, Harry had both hands around my neck and it felt like my head was about the explode, I was out of breath and feeling really light head. Harry had drilled into my head I wasn't to make a scene it front of company and since then I tried to be more and more careful.

I tried to make nachos as quickly as I could. Harry had no patients when it came to me and was twice as bad when Liam or one of his others mates were around. I had made enough for them to have two shares each and I was hoping that would be enough. With shaky hands I walked into the lounge where Liam and Harry were and placed them on the table in front of them. Liam flashed me a smile and I was on my way but Harry had stuck his foot out causing me to fall. Harry laughed and I quickly got up and went back to the kitchen to clean up the mess before Harry got mad, again. Sometimes I thought to myself, maybe Liam cared because he was always so nice to me but then how could he be, he is friends with Harry.

"I want you dolled up for me tonight." Harry said as he walked into the kitchen. I knew what that meant, when ever he'd say that he abuse me, sexually. He opened the fridge, pulled out two beers then walked back and sat in the couch. I watched as he chopped up some weed and filled his pipe. He relaxed himself on the couch as took a puff, holding the smoke in and then blowing it out with a cough. Maybe if he'd overdose I could get out and not have him chase after to me.

Once I was sure the kitchen was cleaned I walked back to the room and sank onto the bed. Glancing over to the alarm clock I had a good half hour before Liam would be leaving and I'd be left alone, with Harry. I sat up and let out a sigh before walking to the mirror. Harry's definition of dolled up included make up and a nice dress, but looking at my dresses most of them where ripped, except my mothers dress that I refuse to wear but tonight it looks like the only exception.

I laid out my mothers dress on the bed and made my way to the bathroom. I was going to fix my face up first. I put the curling iron on and applied make up on while it heated up. I fixed my hair and actually thought I looked good for once. I walked back to the bedroom and took off the clothes I had on as well as my underwear, replacing them with sexier underwear and the dress. Once I had it on I walked to the mirror and admired myself, I looked like my mother and it hurt. I hadn't seen her since I left home when I was 16 but now three years down the track I'd do anything to be able to hold her am ask for her advice or even her help to get me out of this situation. As I felt a tear escape I quickly remove it and just in time. Harry walked in the door and cracked a smile. it was the first time in a long time that he had smiled at me.

"Aren't you a looker." Harry said as he walked over to stand in front of me. He used his right hand to move me closer to him. With one pull from his left hand he had broken the right strap of the dress. I winced knowing if never be able to repair it.

"Did Liam go home?" I asked, I knew I shouldn't have.

"Why do you care about him, he doesn't care about you." Harry answered. It had felt like I was just stabbed him the chest. "Just lay in the bed." I did as I was told without hesitation. Harry knelt on the bed and ripped the dress straight down the middle and had my bra and panties off within seconds later. I now laid there completely naked while I waited for a stoned Harry to take off his pants. Harry never let me adjust to his size but as each week went by it was something I got used to.


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NOW YOU ALL PROBS WANT THIS STORY TO BE DIRTY BUT I CANT BE BOTHER WITH THAT SO ILL JUST STICK TO THE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE I HAD PLANNED.

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