Torn Up (Harry Styles/Bullying)

Chapter 24

Harry's POV:

Angry tears swelled in my eyes. It wasn't okay, and it was obvious that they knew I would see this. I couldn't stop re-reading the words, I wouldn't believe them, it hurt. Everything ached, my heart felt weighted and heavy.

Not only was Sandra hurt, abused and yet again raped, but it was from Zayn and Chris, again. I was seething and overwhelmed.

Tears had begun pouring down my face and I held Sandra close. Kissing every cut they had made in her back.

She had woke up and looked up at me with worried eyes. She realized I was reading something that was in her back.

"What does it say," she whispered so quietly, I could barley hear her and she was right underneath me.

"It, it says: This fucking whore, is ours to fuck with, which we did and will do. Z & C," I spit.

They can't control her, I held her a little tighter out if anger.

"Harry," she wined. I loosened my grip very quickly, I would never physically hurt Sandra, ever. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did.

"How could you?" my voice cracked.

"What?" she choked out.

I stood up angrily. All I saw was red, deep and full of flames. My breathing became harder as adrenaline pumped through my veins.

"You left, you went to them. How could you go, go back to them! You knew that they would hurt you and use you! Yet you went and you lied! You lied to me Sandra, and you knew, you fucking knew!" I screamed at her, my fists balled up to my sides.

"I-I'm sorry Harry," she mumbled. She was crying, but I was too angry to comfort her.

"I don't think you understand. I don't think you understand how much I worry about you, how much I worried about you tonight! You need to listen to me and not go out when it is dark anymore! Or anywhere without me!" I shouted at her.

"I don't need to be protected by you! I'm not 5 years old Harry! I can walk by my self, I don't need you to guide me. I was fine before you barged into my life!"

"So that's how you think it is huh? You wish I never came into your life? You were fine without me, sure," I growled.

"Harry you know that's not what I meant..."

"You would have been fucking fine without me! Are you kidding me!"

"I didn't mean th-"

"Look, I care about you to fricken much Sandra. I love you more than anyone else. Just thinking that they could have gone to far, I could have lost you. You could have been beat to a pulp. I would have lost you forever," I choked out.

"Harry-"

"You would have left me?" I asked her, no longer yelling, my voice laced with purely sadness.

"No! Never Haz! Never, ever!" she cried, no longer mad.

"Because I need you, you can't leave me," I whispered.

"I won't," she swore to me. She came over to give me a hug, but I rejected the hug. Hurt filled up her eyes quickly, as she took a step back.

I moved away from her and let my gaze linger to my feet.

We have never fought before and I'm afraid that I might let too much of my anger out on her. I don't want her to get that mad at me and I don't want to accidentally hit her.

"I need some time," I began,"You should get cleaned up, I'll be back soon," I told her still looking down at my feet.

If she looked into my eyes now, I wouldn't be able to go through with what I wanted to do, which was to just leave.