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“HOME NOW.” My mom growled at me. The room fell silent as everyone stopped and turned to stare. My body filled with rage as she stomped her foot and turned around waiting for me at the door.
Great. I thought, Once again I was the center of attention.
“What the hell did I ever to do you?” I whispered running up the stairs to my friends’ bedroom. I slammed the doors as tears started to burn my eyes, I fumbled around the room quickly gathering my stuff. I grabbed my wet bathing suit and shoved it in my bag along with my sweater and make-up. I heard footsteps coming closer to the door. I quickly looked in the mirror that was leaning against the wall wiping under my eyes, taking a deep breath.
“Are you okay (y/n)?” my best friend stood in the door way, her face covered in worry.
“I’m fine, I have to go. Thanks for inviting me. I had a lovely time,” I walked over giving her a reassuring hug that I would be okay.
“Call me alright? Everything’s going to be okay, I promise.” She pulled away from the hug looking into my eyes. I nodded and brushed past her gluing my eyes to the ground before she could see the tears forming in my eyes.
I got back down stairs and muttered a few goodbyes before heading out the door. I saw my mom waiting at the end of the street; I could practically here her tapping her damn foot from here.
We walked down the street in silence, my body filling with anger and fear through every step.
What are they going to do to me now? How long will I be in trouble? I wish I could just run away... i wish i could escape.
With my mind buzzing from all the questions, I couldn’t handle speaking to her. Not right now. I walked faster to get in front of her. It wasn’t hard to do, she was shorter than me. I shot past her years ago; she didn’t stand a chance in catching up. I got to the house and swung open the door disappearing upstairs before she could stop me.
“That worthless piece of shit!”
“What a fucking whore!”
“Why did you even keep her?!”
I slammed my back against the wall falling to the floor in a matter of seconds. Worthless? The word circled my head; I couldn’t believe what I had heard. My parents didn’t want me; they thought I was worthless; I was just a piece of shit.
I fumbled through the drawers of my bathroom trying to find my razor. Nobody knew that I cut; if they did they obviously didn’t care. I always wore long sleeves or used band aids to cover it up.
I was clean for about a month until last week when I dropped a glass top. I was putting a dish away when it slipped out of my hand and shattered against the harsh cold tile. I bent down to clean it up when I brushed my fingers across a piece that had a sharp edge cut. It sliced my skin letting the blood escape from inside my hand. I was always in awe of the beauty of my blood. I never understood how something so painful could be so beautiful… so pure.
I found my razor hidden in the back of my drawer. I pulled in out sitting back on the floor leaning my head against the wall. I fought back the tears as I cut my wrist repeatedly. I winced at the pain, sucking in air through my teeth as I watched the blood run down my arm pooling on the white tiled floor. I sat there for what seemed like hours just staring at the floor, slowly slipping in and out of consciousness.
“(Y/N)! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE! IT’S ONLY GOING TO GET WORSE IF I HAVE TO COME DRAG YOU DOWN HERE MYSELF.”
I could hear my mother screaming at the top of her lungs. I stood up stumbling to my closet grabbing my duffle bag. I shoved everything I could, including my razors, in before shoving open the window in my bedroom corner that led to the roof. Once I was out I closed the window behind me causing more of a delay if she happened to catch me. I turned around just before I slipped causing my body to be flown off the roof onto the trampoline that lay below.
Thank god that was there. I thought, thanking my grandma in my head.
I jumped off the trampoline darting into the black night trying hard not to look back at the life I would soon only remember.
I stumbled through an old back ally, hoping to find it empty. I had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. Sadly this would probably become my new home.
“Hey sweeeeeetheart,” I felt two hands grab my waist and swing me around. “Wanna have some fun?” The man whispered in my ear pressing me up against the cold brick, sending shivers throughout my whole body. I looked up to find a clearly drunk man with his shirt partly ripped, blackened with stains.
“GET OFF! HELP! SOMEBODY! PLEASE!” I squeaked as he shoved his filthy hands on my mouth.
“That, my lady is no way to treat a man such as myself.” He scolded me shaking his head.
“Now I have to punish you,” My body began violently shaking, my body filling with terror as he slid his hands down my body. I shut my eyes, squeezing them as tight as I could preparing my body for what was about to come next.
Suddenly I no longer felt the hands and hot breath reeking of alcohol on my body. I slowly opened my eyes to find a dark figure slamming his fist into the side of the drunken guys face.
“LEAVE HER ALONE!” He growled from deep within his throat, punching and kicking the man down to the ground. The man groaned moving as if he was going to get up; I closed my eyes pressing myself up against the wall wishing to disapear as the dark figure kicked the mans' body once more causing it to go limp. I stood silent in fear of not knowing what was going to happen next.
“I’m so sorry you had to see that,” he spoke in a thick British accent turning towards me. He was wearing a dark green beanie that matched his eyes perfectly; his dark brown curls peeking out from the sides ruffed up from what had just gone down. He wore a light blue t-shirt that flowed just over his tight black skinny jeans tucked inside his now slightly stained white converse.
“What are you doing out here in the cold like that love?” he questioned, his expression confused as he gestured at my choice of clothing.
“Oh I uhhh… d-didn’t really plan to be out here I-I guess,” I stuttered still in awe of his stunning figure. I looked down forgetting what I was dressed in. I was wearing just a simple loose white tank top with a pair of plaid pajama shorts the fit tight around my bum.
“I didn’t think so,” he chuckled to himself glancing over my body one last time.
“Oh where are my manners? I’m Harry, nice to meet you. What’s your name?”
“I’m (y/n)” I muttered out glancing towards the ground.
“Well (y/n), would you like to come back to my flat? We could get you all cleaned up, How’s that sound?” I hesitated not knowing what to do. I looked down at my body, covered in blood and dirt. He was right. I needed somewhere to get washeed up.
He was trustworthy right? Who am I kidding! He just saved my life!!
“Uh yeah, I-I guess that would be alright,” I slowly walked towards him fiddling with the strap on my duffle bag. He linked his arm with mine taking my bag while we walked back down the ally in silence.
I couldn't help but wonder if I had made the right choice...
SO?! Was it good? Sorry if it wasn't....
I enjoyed writing it. I get so lost in my writing sometimes LOL
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