captive 》h.s au

chapter eight

[CURRENTLY WRITING THIS ON MY NEW LAPTOP HEHEHE]

-sorry for any typos, i didn't have time to edit! xx

The wooden paddle connects with my face and I hiss in pain. "Stop dad, please I didn't do anything wrong!" I scream but he doesn't listen.

Another harsh blow soon comes to my face and I whimper. His hand comes over and slaps the burning skin that has just been hit by the paddle.

"Don't fuckin' speak you no good bitch." He sets the paddle down and glares at me before turning to walk out of the room. "You say one more word today and I'll mess you up even more."

Within two seconds, he's disappeared out the door and I'm left alone tied to a chair with an aching face.

I look down at my legs, they're shaking like the rest of my body. My head hurts, and I'm dizzy. I know this feeling, and it's not good. I look up and my vision becomes foggy. The room spins and my body tenses up. Before I can stop myself, my eyes snap shut and I'm letting out an agonizing scream.

My dad comes storming down the hallway and appears with his shotgun in the doorway. "I fucking told you to stay fucking quiet! He shouts at me.

I whimper in my seat and start to cry as he lifts the shotgun up to point at me. The sudden realization that he's going to ill me, causes me to scream again. This time, though, he pulls the trigger and the sound of the gunshot is silenced by Donovan screaming my name.

"Brianna, damn it wake up!" His arms are around mine and he's shaking me.

I snap my eyes open and see his face in front of mine. My breathing is heavy and I'm all sweaty. The halls are still dark, telling me It's not morning yet, but both Harry and Martha are standing up in their cells watching me. "W-what happened?" I shout at him, still trying to catch my breath. 

"You wouldn't stop screaming, I couldn't get you to wake up." He said, standing up and moving towards my door. "Go back to sleep kid, it was only just a nightmare." Donovan locked my cell and walked down the hallway towards the main office.

My head hurts so bad. I've never experienced such a realistic dream, and never one that was so terrifying. I lie on my back staring at the ceiling. That wasn't just a nightmare, it was a memory. The only new part about it was that my father actually fired the shotgun.

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The halls are still dark, it feels like I've been lying here for hours but it's probably only been 20 minutes. Everyone else is asleep, including Harry. I don't like nights like these; I'm alone with my thoughts and I have no one to stop me from doing stupid things.

Well, everything I do is stupid. Thats probably why my father hit me. I'm worthless and all I do is get in the way, I mess things up. I let out a shakey breath and bring my hands up to my face. If only I could live somewhere where I mattered. Nobody cares about me here, or at home. Not that I have a home anymore, I guess this is home now.

My life has been a constant downfall, I've never had a good day. My nights were usually spent alone in my dark bathroom, slicing a razor blade into my skin. just thinking about this gives me urges, and I'm not in the mood to fight them.

I open my eyes and sit up on my bed. The moonlight shines through the small window in my cell, creating a soft glow of light in the room. I check to make sure theres no guards in the hallway, and walk over to the small sink. The screw is already loose, so I wiggle it out and hold it in the palm of my hand.

It's shiny; The ridges create a shimmer. The screw is only about an inch long, but the tip is sharp as a razor. I push my back up against the wall and shut my eyes, slowly slidin down until im sitting with my knees up to my chest. A tear escapes my eye as I open my hand and pick up the screw. I slide up my grey sleeve and admire the old scars and fresh wounds on my arm. There's some small, some large. Some deep, and some that are more like scratches; either way, they all hurt.

I lift the screw, gently placing it inbetween my fingers. It drags across my pale skin and creates a small red line. It's not enough. I do it again, this time harder. A small drop of blood comes out of a section of the new scratch. I watch as it grows. The small drop becomes a small trail, now wrapping around my wrist.  I deserve this. I deserve worse than this. 

I look at my new marks in awe. My father caused this upon me, it's all his fault. "Fuck you dad." I mumble inbetween my sobs. My voice is low and shakey, and my nose is running. I'm such a mess.

I bring the screw down to my wrist again, but before it makes contact with my skin, I hear keys jingling and my door being unlocked. I'ts Harry.

"Brea stop." He commands. He slides the door shut behind him and tosses the key onto my bed. "Don't do this to yourself."

I look from him, to the keys, back to the him, and over to the keys again. It's not registering in my mind. "How-wh-where did you get those keys?" I panic.

"I grabbed them from my guard when he wasn't looking. I'll throw them on the ground tomorrow morning so it'll look like he dropped them. But don't worry about that right now." He sits in front of  me and takes my hands in his. "Whats wrong, why are you doing this?"

"Because I'm a worthless piece of shit." I mumble, looking at the floor. "My father hates me, I'm locked up in here, and everyone thinks I'm insane."

"Thats not true." He puts his hand under my chin and lifts it up to face him. "You're kind, beautiful, and amazing, the opposite of worthless and insane."

A tear falls down my cheek and I give him a small smile. "You're lying, but thanks anyways." I chuckle softly.

Harry smiles at me. "I'm surely not lying, but please, promise me you'll never do this to yourself again?" He picks up my arm and brings it to his face, planting a soft kiss to my scars. 

My heart melts. I put my hands around his neck and pull him closer, our lips hovering just centimeters apart from eachother. "I'll try." I whisper.

He plants his lips on mine and puts his hands on my hips, slowly pushing me down until hes lying on top of me.

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SORRY FOR THE SUPER LONG WAIT OMG I PROMISE IT'LL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN. but anywhoo, idk man i dont really like this chapter. It's kinda a filler. and im too tired to edit so sorry for any typos. but oh well, chapter nine will be fabulous hehehe i cant wait for yall to read it. please vote and comment what yall think. thanks for reading (x

kylee xx