Torn Up (Harry Styles/Bullying)

Chapter 7

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Sandra's POV:

My mind was racing, what was I supposed to do. Let the only boy who had talked to me in over 4 years drive me home? Or how about the only boy who had stuck up for me? Or cared about me?

Way to go Sandra. I am such an idiot. I screamed really loud. Why am I so stupid, why? It could have been a nice ride instead of this walk through the forest.

To make it worse my head was killing me and my foot ached. It was nothing I haven't been through before, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less. Every step I took I winced a little more. After what felt like hours, which was only 10 or so minutes, I was at my house. I pulled out my spare keys and walked inside. My mom wasn't home. I breathed out a huge sigh of relief.

I went right to the sink and took a wash cloth and two Motrin's. I swallowed them dry and wet the cloth. I rubbed it along my hallow stomach and cuts. It felt much better. I went to the couch and turned on a boring movie. I fell asleep with images of green eyes and curly hair.

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"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING SLEEPING AROUND?!" my mothers piercing voice filled the tiny room.

"I-I just was tired, I'm so sorry mum, I'll cook dinner right now," I rushed. I scrambled up and was meet with a kick in the stomach and a slap across my cheek. My body ached from the previous beating I had today. My blood boiled and I tried to remain calm.

"Hurry up you worthless piece of sh-"

"You know what, no."

I dropped the pan that was in my hands and ran upstairs. I was furious and I don't know what my sudden outburst was about.

I locked the door and my cheeks started to get wet right away.

I grabbed the one thing I was never brave enough to ever grab; my suitcase. I packed my few clothing items, the $5,000 I had saved, some toiletries and my favorite books. I put my phone in my pocket and opened the door to my red faced mother.

"You can't go, you have no where to go," she spat in my face. She started to hit me and throw anything she could find at my face. She was relentless. She wouldn't stop. I was so angry! I can't just stay here, I CANT!

"MOM WOULD YOU JUST STOP! LET ME FREAKING GO YOU DONT EVEN CARE. I-I just can't get hurt anymore," I ignored the knot growing in my throat,"The streets are better than anywhere with you anyways!" I snapped back. I walked past her and out the door. I heard inhuman screams and glass crashing.

My whole body was pumping with fire and I filled the silent night with my cries. I kept walking having no where to go. My head hung low and I kept taking agonizing steps forward. I had no idea where I was and I just wanted to curl up in a ball and die.

I checked my phone, it was 10:30p.m. Maybe I could go to one of the big houses a couple of streets over and ask to stay the night.

I kept walking and the tears refused to stop, I finally made the decision after years of tormenting. I was free, yet homeless. Fuck. I didn't really think this through.

I turned onto of the long driveways once I reached the more expensive part of my neighborhood and hastily knocked on the door.

The door creaked open as a figure with chocolate curls stood in a dim light.

"Sandra?"