Complications // Harry Styles

･Chapter 3･

I sigh in content when i lay on my bed. Today has been a big day. The afternoon consisted of Mother Mary yelling at me. People staring, and an uncomfortable dinner. More yelling and now I'm here. Snug in my bed. I just hope that I don't get too hurt tomorrow. Because i know Harry WILL hurt me. I shudder at the thought.

But i soon find my self encased in a dream. A dream of a Happy family all together on Christmas. Sharing gifts and hugs. But that dream goes wrong. Just like all the rest.

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I wake up in a sweating heap. My hair is stuck to my face. My throat is dry. And I'm shaking. Grace's small figure makes its way over to me. Just like every morning. She calms me down by telling me its all ok. But its not. Everything in my dream happened, It is a memory. A memory that i wish to keep from everyone. 

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Grace and i both go our separate ways just like every morning at school. The only thing is that this time she gave me a long lecture about what to do if Harry slaps me. Again. I have never told Grace. Or anyone really that Harry punches me, kicks and slaps me most days. But i couldn't tell Grace that. She would flip.

"As i approach the Stairs that lead to to the building i feel someone grab me and pull me out of sight. I face my 'kidnapper' And of course. Its Harry. 

"Now. Ebony. I am going to make you pay for your little stunt yesterday. I got Grounded for a month because of you. So that means no parties and no girls. Now that really makes me angry" He punches me in the face and pushes me over. I could fight back. But i don't need anymore attention brought to me than it already is. I'm sure everybody is talking about me today. 

He repeatedly kicks me in the ribs. I feel like with every kick. Another bone breaks. Finally he stops and as he leaves he spits on me

"Fucking unwanted Bitch" 

I just lay there for what feels like eternity. Just thinking what life would be like if my parents were still here. If i never met Harry. Would life be good? would i have more friends? 

I don't even care that I'm bleeding everywhere. My body just feels numb. My mind swirling with thoughts.

I decide i should go to the nurse and along the way, come up with an excuse of what happened

As i stand up, my ribs aren't as hurt as i thought. They are just a little bit sore. But my ankle is the problem. Maybe we he pushed me, i rolled it?

As i enter the nurses office, the nurse comes rushing towards me. 

"What happened dear?" 

"I was walking to school when a group of men came up to me and just started beating me. At the time, my friend Grace had gone ahead because she needed to hand something early. That's why I am late. I kind of just laid there" She sighs and helps me onto the bed. Cleaning my cuts

After she cleans my cuts and tells me i have a sprained ankle and gives me a strap for it. I am walking-limping to class.

Humanities.

I knock on the door and enter. Once again all eyes on me. Some of them glaring. By some of them, i mean Harry's group. 

I hand my late note to the teacher. and take she points to a desk in the front row. Thank goodness I'm not near Harry. That would be too much to handle. 

Since the lesson is nearly over i just copy down the notes on the board. and write the homework i have down in my diary. 

"Ok class, you may go now. Ebony can i please see you?" I gulp but nod. 

When everyone is gone. i pack my things up and walk up to ms d'silva.

"Hello Ebony. I just wanted to ask you about why you were late?" I mental thank god that she is the nicest teacher in the school.

"Um-I, I had to go to the nurses office"

"Yes dear i know that but would you mind telling me why?"

"I um, got attacked by a group of me this morning" She sighs and runs her slender fingers through her hair

"We both know that's not true, now tell me please, who did this to you?"

"It was-" I was cut off by a manly voice

"Ebony Swan? Please come with me" I give him a skeptic look but follow him. When we reach his car i just assume that he is a personal driver. But where to?

"Excuse me sir, but where are you taking me?" i as as we start moving.

"I'm taking you to the adoption centre. I haven't been told much but i think you are getting adopted" My blood goes cold. I feel like my heart beat has stopped. 

"No, no, no, no. This cant be happening" I become a nervous wreck as we start walking up the stairs leading to the door.

This is not good.