Speechless (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter Twelve

*IMPORTANT NOTICE AT THE BOTTOM*

Chapter Twelve

My hand grasped the cool door handle as I twisted it open. I could feel my wrist scream as I used the newly bruised muscle. This would be an interesting conversation, I already knew it.

“Gene!?” my mother’s frantic voice called as the door swung open. Her head peaked out of the kitchen and instantly calmed. “What took you so long?”

My mother scanned my body up and down. Looking at my hands I saw my fingers covered in Harry’s blood. My chin was slightly bruised and my wrists blackened by discolorations.

“Oh my god what happened?” She stated hysterically as she rushed to my side.

I placed my hands on her shoulders softly and looked her in the eyes to calm her slightly, “Some boys were being stupid and grabbed me but Harry saved me, he got a cut on his hand and I was helping him clean it up.”

My mother began to pace back and forth in a panic. I could tell that the crazy over control mother that once dwelled with me was rising again.

“Why was Harry there?” My mother snapped. “was he the reason you got beat up. I told you that boy was no good.”

Anger flourished through my body. My mother knew nothing of Harry yet she thought he had the right to jump to conclusions about him.

Raising my hands quickly I responded, “Mom, you don’t have any right to blame Harry. I was alone in the hallway and these two guys started taunting me and one of them grabbed me. I was lucky Harry came to save me!”

I left out a lot of the bigger details so not to make her any more frazzled than she already was. She paused for a moment staring deep into my eyes.

“You better be telling me the truth Gene,” my mother growled at me.

I felt my lips purse in anger and my jaw clench. I raised my eye brows slightly and tilted my head to the side.  I could see her body soften, she took a few tender steps towards me her hands reaching out for mine. I reluctantly lifted them up to show her.

Her fingers were cold and shaky as she grasped my wrist tenderly. One of her hands softly traced the bruises and the other held my wrist. Her soft green eyes scrutinized the bruises and avoided my face. I could see the tears forming in her eyes.

This wasn’t the first time that I had been taunted and bullied but this was one few times I had been left with bruises.

“Honey we need to address this with the school.” My mother’s voice was affectionate.

Her eyes slowly scanned up towards my face until they locked with mine. I slid my wrists out from my mother’s hands and responded, “We are not telling anyone.”

My signs were starch and angry and I made sure my face showed that very emotion.

My mother sighed and took a step back, “why don’t you allow me to do what a normal mother would do?”

She hated my stubborn nature, I had gotten it from my father and that was one of the biggest things that drove them apart.

Dropping my backpack off my shoulder I raised my hands and responded swiftly, “Because they are just trying to make me seem more different than I already am”

My mother let out a low groan and set her hands on her hips, “honey you’re not different!”

I opened my mouth and rolled my eyes, “shut up. Shut up!” My fingers were clenched when I finished down by my side, “stop trying to tell me that I’m like everyone else!”