Anna Riddell% h.s

TWO

I was laying on the hard wood, my body shaked from the pain that was coursing through my body, to my toes, up to my head, it felt like I was thrown into a bunch of 6" nails. I was crying into my arm, my tears running down my elbow and onto the floor, in which had been mixed in with my blood, that had leaked out from certain parts of my body. I had no idea in my mind, and how long I was laying on this floor, crying my eyes out. All I knew is that he will be coming soon, and I had to get up as soon as posible.

  He hates it when I'm in pain. I don't get it. He inflicted the beating on me, so why should he feel bad for the scars and bruises he puts on my body.

I'm broken down in pieces. Ever since that summer, four years ago, I've been going through hell and back. I'm going to be turning 21 soon, and this will be my third birthday in which I have to celebrate on my own.

No birthday cake, or candles, no presents, or singing happy birthday. No family or friends could attend. It was just me. And I alone has to go through this pity party all by myself.

I hear the faint of footsteps coming from downstairs. My heart speeds up in adrenaline when I hear them coming closer. If only I can get myself up and onto the bed, I won't have to go through so much trouble.

I reached out and winced. My muscles ache and I'm sure my arm is covered with brusies. I grasp on the edge of the bed as I try to lift myself up. I cry out, but I ignore the pain until I pulled myself up and I was finally sitting on the bed.

There, now he probably won't do anything now that I'm on the bed, sitting, waiting for him, instead of being on the floor, crying my eyes out. Yes, it's true that before, I would just lay on the ground and cry and cry and cry. Though I learned quick. Because when he saw that, I couldn't move for a full month.

I keep my eyes to the floor when the footsteps stop by the door. But I lift my head up when he opens the door. There he stood, with hands behind his back, I watch as he bites his lip. His full concentration was on me now.

On my body.

My brusies and cuts.

"Let's get you cleaned up Anna." He says to me.

I listen and stood up, but I must've done it really fast, because my head began to spin and I was suddenly falling. But before I could feel the hard floor again, a pair of arms had caught me.

"Whoa now, be careful, we don't want another punishment, now do we babe?"

"N-No S-Sir." I stuttered out. Though surprisingly he ignored it. And led us out of the room.

We went into the bathroom across the hall. He started the bath water as I wait patiently to the side. I listen as he hums a tune. A tune, that I know no name of, but could play back the tune, because I heard it so many times. I never ask him the name of it. In fear that he would hurt me.

"Undress now, Anna." He commands. I obliged.

One by one I strip off my clothing. I try to hurry because I know he isn't a very paitent being. I was now completely bare. He motions me to walk towards him, and my feet brings me to him. He takes my hand and helped me into the tub.

I winced silently, when I sat down. The hard surface and of course, the warm water is cutting into my bruises and burning the heck out of my cuts.

I'm surprised he hasn't touched me yet.

I look up and I see that he has his attention on my brusied body again, and I wonder what was going on inside of that twisted mind of his.

"How can a body bruise that easily, the dark spots on your body, how can my touch be so cruel to your skin?" He talks in his rough voice, as he takes a rag from the shelf.

I don't answer him, and I don't think he expects me too. I just let him wash my body. He rubs gently when he scans over my brusies. I wince still, because I was never the one who had a high pain tolerance.

When he washes my hair, I close my eyes and think of what he's going to do to me next. I'm kind of hungry. I don't remember eating anything for awhile.

Just as I was thinking about food, my stomach let's out a grumble. My cheeks turn scralet, and I hear Harry chuckle.

"Just as I thought, we will have lunch, when we finish cleaning you for the day."

I raise my brow. "Day?"

He rinses my hair out with a cup then answers. "Yes babe, when I came to get you from the room, it was 8:00 in the morning, now it's close to 8:30. You still have daylight, love."

"Oh." I really, never knew the time. Harry never keeps a clock handy in the basement.

"All done. Let's get you dressed." He stands me up, careful for my bruises yet again.

He wraps a towel around me. I walk with him to his room. He grabs out a t shirt and shorts, with a pair of undies.

"I'll leave you. When you're finished, come down to the kitchen. I'll get breakfast ready." I nod at him, and he walks over to me and lays a peck on my forehead.

I watch as he walks out the bedroom door. When I hear the door shut. That's when I started to get ready. His clothes smell like him. It smells nice. His cologne in his clothes is so addicting.

I shake my head. No Anna. Just get yourself ready, so you can eat already. I put my clothes on carefully. When I was done, I went into the bathroom and ran a brush through my hair. I ignored the purple marks on my face and arms as I just focused on my hair. When I have in a french braid, I get out of the batgroom and go to the kitchen.

Harry is by the stove. He was making grilled cheese sandwiches, I know it's not a breakfast food but he knows that's my favorite. I walk over to him. If I don't show him comfort. He'll just get mad at me. I found this out three years ago.

We were in a situation like this, the difference was, I was trying to escape him. He beat me to the pulp. I cried and cried. He beat me again. When I stopped crying, he grabbed me and hugged me and told me.

"Show me love, that's all I ask of you, if you show me and prove to me that, I won't beat you a second time. I hate those brusies on you, but you leave me no choice. Show me love Anna Riddell and I'll be kind."

I blinked out of that thought, and wrap my arms around him from behind. I kiss his backside. I hear him sigh. He's happy now.

"Ready to eat my love?" He asks me tiliting his head so I can see the corner of his eye.

"Yes, please." I smile lightly. He laughs and shuts the stove off before turning around and picking me up.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks is over to the table, which he set me on. I wrap my arms around his shoulders. I only have to show affection until, i'm sure he won't get mad at me.

He rubs his nose against mine. I let out a giggle when he began to kiss all over my face. I grab at his face to make him stop. He stiffens, but when I lay a kiss to his lips, he relaxes instantly.

"I love your kisses, Anna." He kisses me, then lays a kiss to my neck. "I love your kisses, I love your touch, but most importantly, I love you with all my heart."

"Oh and by the way, Happy 21st birthday." He smiles.

My heart aches when he says this. He remembered, of course he remembers, he took me a day after my 17th birthday, but I keep my smile when he looks at my face. When he says this, I know that I'm stuck with him forever.

But maybe if I began to love him him as much as he does to me. Maybe he'll let me go.

Maybe.

A/N

Here's chapter 2. I should be writing my other book and get that finished but i have writers block for that book.... so here I am with another chapter :)

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