Angels can be broken H.s

Chapter 25

Alexa's pov:

"Lover boy decided to join us, babe" sam said while smirking at me. I looked up to see Harry standing there with a frightened expression.

"Harry!" I screamed. He turned his head and looked at me. "Alexa.." he whispered.

I tried to get up but it was impossible, im handcuffed and my ankles are chained to the wall. "Leave him! Beat me up or do whatever you please to do with me but please..leave him!" I yelled as tears kept falling down my cheeks.

"Trust me baby, my plan is way better" a sick smirk crept onto his face. I wanted to slap him so hard right now, he's such an asshole its sickening.

He left the room right after that and i just sat there looking at the floor.

"I..i don't know what was wrong with me, I-"

Harry's started to say but i cut him off. Im not eating that shit up anymore. "No harry, you are not sorry. If you were you wouldn't have said all that to me after all we've been through together and all the pain you made me feel. Atleast if i die here, i wouldn't have to deal with you anymore and i will join my dad"

I felt tears prick but i quickly wiped my eyes, but i winced when i realized that my arms are still handcuffed.

"I-i had a d-dream" he stuttered.

What the hell? Is THE harry styles stuttering? I looked up at him signaling for him to continue.

"In the dream, i met your dad. He was trying to persuade me that you're the one for me and that you need me to fix your broken peices. I laughed in his face and i was like 'your daughter is a drama queen'."

I glared at him, is he saying this to make me feel shittier?

"He didn't like it, he started showing me these flashbacks. But the thing, the flashbacks are not from my life. They're from yours" he continued.

What does he mean? My dad showed him flashbacks from my life..?

"It was heartbreaking alexa! I never knew that you went through all that and there's even more. I saw it. I saw when your dad died, your brother too, your mum abusing you, you watching me make out with Lauren" he explained while a tear ran down my face.

I couldn't keep it in anymore. Little did he know that these weren't even half of what i had to see or experience in this shitty life of mine.

"B-but what really triggered me is when..He-he"

Harry couldn't complete the sentence and he kept stuttering.

"He showed me..you cutting your wrists and thighs alexa. Your while body had cuts!" He looked at me with concern in his eyes.

"I felt alone" i whispered.

"How long?" He asked me.

"Since 5th grade" i answered. He stared at me with a frown.

"I know harry, 5th grade! What 9 year old thinks about suicide and cutting at only 9!? But- but life was hard. People made me believe that they're words are true. I used to only have my dad for support. Mum was never around, but she only started hurting me after dad passed away. After he..died, i had no one. Every time i let my self trust, that person would betray my trust the day that follows. My only escape was music. I used to write songs about the way i feel all the time.  No one knew about the songs though. I used to always think about how it would be if i was the one that died in the car crash instead of my dad. It would have been much better to me and to everyone else"

I basically spilled every emotion i feel in me to him but at this moment, i don't give a shit.

"Alexa, how do you still manage to put your head up high while walking through the school corridors? How do you still manage to put a smile on your face? To trust people? How do you manage to survive here with all this?" Harry asked me curiously.