"please you're hurting me" I cried put as his grip around my wrist above my head tightened. All he did was chuckle at me causing me to wince as I felt the skin bruising.
"You worthless bitch you tried running from me." He spat as he ground his hips into mine and I could almost hear the crack of my bones.
"Just stop I won't leave..I didn't mean it..." I hastily said trying to loosen the pain he just kept inflicting. This wasn't the first time he'd hurt me but this was the worst.
"Then why did you pack a suitcase? huh? planning on leaving me in the middle of the night?!" He screamed only inches from my face. I smelled the liquor on his breathe as he huffed filled with anger. He has been gine all night and I just couldn't take it anymore I was going to leave.
"No I just...you were gone and...I don't know what I was thinking...Dylan please." His hips dug harder into mine and I could feel the circulation to my legs being cut off and my knees began to buckle.
"You know what fuck you I don't need this you dumb cunt! Leave! Go! I don't give a fuck about you never have No one will ever love you! you are fucking a worthless piece of shit!" He yelled pulling his pelvis from mine as I fell to the ground.
"Well what are you waiting for!? Go!" He yelled as he took his boot and kicked it swiftly into my stomach. He then grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face to his.
"If you're not gone when I get back you're fucking dead." He spat before bring his large fist across my cheek. I felt the taste of blood as I fell to the floor and he gave me one more kick to the stomach.
I heard his heavy footsteps walk past me and the door quickly slam before I blacked out.
*******
I woke up drenched in sweat again and my chest heaving up and down. The images of him flashed through my mind again as I felt tears brim my eyes.
No
I can't keep crying over him. I wiped them out of my eyes. I looked around the room I was in and didn't have a clue where I was. I pulled the green silky comforter from my body and noticed I was now in a black t shirt and black boxers. I walked to the bathroom and stepped in splashing cold water to my face.
I left the room and walked down a hallway my bare feet against a cold hardwood floor. I walked into the livingroom I'm assuming and then turned into the kitchen seeing Harrys bare back to me standing in front of an oven in just gray joggers cooking some eggs.
He looked over to me and smiled showing his full dimples. His eyes a calming light jade color.
"Hey sleeping beauty." He said before turning back to the eggs.
"Hey...how did I end up here?" I asked rubbing my eyes and sitting at a stool connected to the island that separated the kitchen and living room.
"Well after our...fun...at the beach you fell asleep so i just brought you here." He said and I could almost hear the smirk on his face as he spoke. Images of last night came flooding back and my cheeks filled with heat.
We stayed silent for a while until Harry handed me a plate with eggs and some buttered toast.
"Hailey." He said resting his elbows against the island looking at me.
"Yeah?" I said taking a bit of the toast.
"Who's Dylan" He asked curiously and I immediately froze. How did he even connect that name to me? No body knew of him but me.
Nobody.
"Why?" I asked sounding a little more rude than I intended. He looked at me and I saw he was getting irritated.
