Read Between The Lines

Bipolar?

WARNING. This chapter will have abuse in it. If this is something that is hard to read or triggers a memory, skip over it. I love you all <3 

HARRY'S POV

These dreams suck. I see them every night. Always reminding me of that terrible memory. I check the time and it shows that it's 11:14am. Arabella is probably awake right now, so I need to go make her breakfast.

I head downstairs and fix her a bowel of cereal, I chose fruit loops to be exact. I make my way to the basement door and slowly open it. When I open it, Arabella immediately falls to the floor. 

Was she leaning against it? 

Is this how she fell asleep?

Was she trying to escape? 

She stirs in her sleep, then opens her eyes slowly. I can't move, I just keep looking down at her. I drop the bowel of cereal beside me and kneel down to her level. 

"Why were you against the door?" I ask her gritting my teeth in the process. She stretches and looks at me. "I heard you screaming last night and I wanted to try and help you, but the door was locked" she says looking at the floor beside me. 

Liar.

"You were trying to escape, weren't you?" I ask her, getting angry. There's no way in hell she heard me screaming from all the way up there. She tried to escape. 

"Harry no, I heard you" she says shaking with fear. 

I grab a fistful of her hair and drag her downstairs, I hear her screaming in pain behind me. "SHUT THE FUCK UP" I scream at the top of my lungs. Arabella continues to scream and sob uncontrollably. "You tried to escape didn't you?" I ask her, shoving her against the wall. 

"DIDN'T YOU?" I scream in her face, she shook her head no. 

*Smack* 

*Smack* 

"USE YOUR FUCKING WORDS ARABELLA, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT?" I continue to scream even louder!

*Smack* 

*Smack* 

She cries in pain, screaming for me to stop.

*Smack* 

*Smack* 

"DON'T YOU EVER TRY AND HELP ME, OR EVER TRY TO ESCAPE. YOU'LL NEVER ESCAPE THIS PLACE ARABELLA FACE IT. YOUR LIFE IS OVER! O-V-E-R! YOU NEVER HEARD ME SCREAM, YOU JUST MADE UP LIES! STOP LYING TO MY FACE ARABELLA." I scream at the top of my lungs. My eyes see red, I didn't realize I was holding onto her throat. She struggles for air. 

I let go. 

She falls on the floor in front of me, struggling to catch her breath. She looks up at me and I see all the bruises and marks on her face.  

Tears start streaming down her face. 

She holds herself and leans against the wall, as if she's going to break if she lets go.

Silence. 

It's completely dead silent. 

I just stare at her.

What have I done?

"Arabella-" she cuts my words off by shaking her head. "No" she says gritting her teeth and through tears. "Don't come near me" she says shaking. She stands up, grabs a new set of clothes and undergarments. A few minutes later, I hear the shower turn on and that's my cue to leave.  

ARABELLA'S POV

How could he?

I let the hot water stream down my body, burning every single bruise and mark. Making me remember him. I finish washing my hair and now onto my body. 

I grab the luffa and start rubbing body wash on my body. I rub harder, trying to pry his hands off me. Tears start streaming down my face, but I don't make a single sound. 

Broken. 

I wrap the towel around my body, and exit the bathroom. As soon as I close the bathroom door, I see Harry on the couch with his head down. I stop in my tracks, 

I'm in a towel. 

His eyes shoot up and I see him eye me up and down, causing me to look away from him. I don't want him to see me like this, the worst possible senarious entire my mind. 

I grab my navy blue sweater since I forgot to bring it with me, putting my clothes on in the washroom. I put my undergarments on first. 

I dry my hair a little bit with the towel, then I decide to air dry it. 

I walk out of the washroom and see Harry with a bowel of cereal beside him. I sit down on the opposite couch from him, not wanting to be near him at the moment. 

"You need to eat" he grumbles. He stands up, bringing the bowel with him and sits next to me.

Tears start to form in my eyes, but I quickly push them away. 

He grabs a spoon full and brings it to my mouth. He opens his mouth, signalling for me to open mine. I open my mouth and he puts the spoon full of cereal inside of it. He sighs and continues this process, until I finish it completely. 

He puts the bowel down onto the floor and looks at me. 

"I'm so sorry" he says, looking straight into my eyes. With that look I feel like he can look into my entire soul.

Corrupt it, if possible.

I nod my head and say okay. I don't know what made him do that, but he did. I wasn't trying to escape either, I just heard him scream and tried to help him out. I know there's no way of me escaping, he will find me and bring me back. One thing I know for sure of is that Harry is, 

bipolar.