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Chapter 12: Everything's Going to be Okay

* Harry's POV *

I'm going thirty miles above the speed-limit right now but I don't give a fuck. 

Her father is insane! I knew I shouldn't have dropped her off there.

This is all insane!

I should be there in twenty minutes. 

I really hope she's okay...

* Leah's POV *

 My father throws his third punch at me as I sob silently, trying to block his punches.

"You little bitch!" He screams.

"Dad! Stop!" Where's Kaylee?

"Don't tell me what to do! Who were you calling?" He crouches down next to me on the floor.

"No one!" I lie.

"Bullshit." He slaps me again.

I use my legs to try and push myself father away from him, but he grabs them, pulling me closer.

"Let go of me!" I shriek as loud as I can, sobbing harder.

I've never seen my dad like this before, and it's killing me.

"Not until you tell me who the fuck you were calling! Was it the police?!" His grip tightens, his eyes ablaze with fiery. 

No, but it should've been, I thought,

"No!" I scream as he grabs my phone.

"Who the fuck is Harry?!" His voice raises even higher.

"No one!" I yell.

"Leah don't lie to me!" He punches my jaw and I hear a loud crack.

I put a hand up to my jaw, pushing away from my dad. I scoot into the corner of the dull pink walls from when I was a child. Memories flooding back into my head.

"Leah! Come out, come out wherever you are or the boogie man will find you for me!" My mothers soft voice fills the house.

My five-year-old self giggles, getting into the corner of my room to hide from my mom.

"Found you!" My mom opens the door, running up to get me.

I sheik as she throws me over her shoulder, laughing.

"Mommy!" I yell, hugging her tight.

"Leah!" She throws me on the bed, tickling me on my stomach.

Giggles and laughs burst from my mouth as I try to escape her hands.

"I'm home!" A deep, raspy voice rings through our ears.

"Stay in your room until diners done, Leah." My mothers voice filled with worry.

"Okay mommy." I say as she turns on my t.v, leaving me in the solid pink room.

Minutes later, screams and shrieks fill the house and I jump off of my bed to go check out what's going on.

I slowly walk down the stairs, my little hands holding onto the railing.

My mother is laying on the floor, with someone on top of her. I couldn't make it out because I was to confused and my vision blurred from tears from laughing to much from earlier.

"Leah, go back to your room and stay in there!" My mother yells at me. 

She's never yelled at me before, so I listened, running quickly up the stairs.