Returning Home

Chapter 3

"No stop it, please!" I choked. "Please just leave her alone, she hasn't done anything wrong" I cry out loud. The sight in front of me made me shake in fear. Tears caressed down my face as I stood in shock not knowing what to do. As much as I tried to scream for help no more words seemed to form. 

"Hasn't done anything wrong, hey?" The eerie voice was now aimed at me. "She had you didn't she?" the voice spat followed by a low laugh. More tears pricked at my eyes and fell down my checks. 

I looked towards my father for help but he had his back hunched over my mum, her lifeless body lying still on the couch as he continuously hit her, over and over and over again. I screwed my eyes shut and then opened them again hoping that it was all a horrible dream, but the scene in front of me never disappeared. I backed into a corner, keeping on with my theory of shutting my eyes and hoping it would stop. I didn't notice the tall giant like figure moving towards me until it was to late... 

*Smack*

The tall figures hands which were crossed only a second ago suddenly seemed to strike me across the face knocking my head against the wall. Sliding down the wall I curled up into a fetus position rocking and crying wishing for it to stop. "That will teach her to not speak out of turn" I heard the voice again as he walks away and heads towards my mother again. One more loud smack and the two men, or rather monsters, one who's supposed to be my father left with more evil laughter that chilled me to the bone. 

"Nooo, stop, please, please, please. Stop it. Leave her, leave us" I screamed waking myself up from my recurring nightmare. I shivered pulling my duvet closer to my body trying warm me up again after the cold  sweats that also make an appearance far to regularly. I wipe my eyes ridding of the tears that fell during my sleep. Despite the amount of times I would shake my head the image of my mum lying on the sofa, covered in bruises, beaten black and blue refused to leave my head. I could still see the vivid red colour of the blood dripping down her face as just above her eyebrow had been split open. "Please leave!" I whisper to my self expecting the images just to disappear. Still with the flash back replaying in my mind there was only one person to help me recover from my recent nightmare. Harry. 

Quickly grabbing my phone from underneath my pillow I dial Harry's number. To my delight he answers after the third ring. A smile creeps onto my face as I hear his familiar comforting voice through the phone. 

"Hey Allllll, what's up?" There's a pause as I try and get my breathing back to it's normal state and stop the sniffling. "Alex, are you crying?" Harry asks, his voice leaving a hint of worry. 

"Hi, sorry no, well yes I was. But I'm fine now, just a bad dream again, you know. And I miss you" speaking to Harry again made me realize how much I miss him in this short amount of time already. 

"Oh right, well it's over now isn't it. And that stuff is never going to happen again, I promise." I can't help but smile at how reassuring Harry is, even from the other side of the world he is still here for me. "I miss you too. Anyway what have you got planned for today?" 

"Oh not much really, I think me and mum might head to the mall or something as I have no clothes for this weather, and then I might go for a surf. The beaches are great here Haz, you would love it!" I try hard to keep the hint of sadness out of my voice. I wish he was here with me to. 

"That sounds good. I bet it's lush there. You'll have to send me lots of pictures. Anyway I better go, I have tonnes of revision to do today. I hope you are feeling better now. I love you Ally the Alligator" 

I can't help but giggle at the use of the nick name he uses for me occasionally. "Thanks Haz, I love you too Harold" I hear Harry's light hearted chuckles before the call ends, and then silence.

I do love Harry, I smile to myself at how I have the most amazing best friend. He always seems to make me feel better, always says the right things, I'm very grateful for him. 

I glance back at my phone to check the time, 7am. There was no point in me trying to go back to sleep now, I was already wide awake from my call with Harry and frankly I didn't want to go to sleep just yet in case the nightmare returns. There was no point waking mum up just yet to go out as she would just complain and be in a foul mood all day, there is also no point going back to the beach now as I'm wanting to go surfing later. Going on a run suddenly crossed my mind. Getting into a better shape has occurred to me a few times since seeing the girls at the beach yesterday. Harry never really liked the idea of me running at home and trying to lose weight because he said I was fine as I am, there was no need for me to lose weight apparently, and not sounding as if I'm blowing my own trumpet I did agree with him. I don't really have a problem with my figure and I would definitely not call myself fat, just average for a 15 year old girl. But since going to the beach yesterday doubt has crossed my mind, comparing myself to the other girls, something I wish I didn't do. Losing a little bit of weight wouldn't harm. Just so I could feel a little more confident whilst wearing a bikini at the beach. With going for a run settled in my head I quickly changed into a pair of running shorts used for my PE class back at home and a baggy t-shirt grabbing my worn trainers I leave my room for the two flights of stairs. I left a small note for my mum, just in case she woke up whilst I was gone and worried. 

I crept out of the front door and to my surprise the sun was already warm against my skin. I smiled at the weather, although it was already warm I would chose the heat over wet, rainy Cornwall any day. Still not having gotten to know the place where I was now living yet I chose to take the path that ran next to the beach for me to run along. As I started at a slow jog I actually liked the feeling of running. It feels just like I left all my problems back at home, all the worry and stress from the dreams and my childhood forgotten about for this short time. The feelings was comforting and made me feel happy, much like I do when I'm with Harry.  

AN: Just to clear everything up in case there is some confusion, at the start of this chapter where it's in italics Alex is having a dream/nightmare. Please let me know what you think about this, I would really appreciate comments and votes, thank you my lovelies:)