Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Forty-One

Part Forty-One

Harry's shirt is ripped open, the cold air hitting my chest as I lay almost naked in front of him.

"No! Stop!" I yell, Jake's hand grabbing my neck and shoving me deeper onto the bed.

"What did I tell you?!" he yells, slapping me across the cheek, blood being felt on my lip. I shove his hands away from me, his hands taking my breasts in his hands.

"I see someone already beat me into hurting you," he absent-mindedly remarks about my scar.

"You bloody bastard!" I yell, his hands once again gripping my neck. I kick and lash out at him, scratching his cheeks and kicking his legs, aiming for his weak spot. He lets go of my neck, yanking my pants down and shoving a finger into me forcefully. A forceful hand covers my mouth and I scream into it, his hand musky smelling.

The massive hand that unwelcomingly intruded my private area is removed and he starts to slap my chest, making me yelp at his mean and morbid actions. "You like that sweetheart? You like the feeling of being submissive. You are such a weak little girl who needs to learn how to be under control and listen."

His massive hand remains cupped over my mouth, the other hand curling a finger into my entrance, pain surging into my already sore bundle. I close my eyes and his hand leaves my mouth, two slaps placing onto my cheeks.

"You know you will never get satisfied with a piece of shit like Styles. You won't know what good pleasure feels like until you have sex with me. Oh, the things we could do sweetheart."

I kick at him again, this time hitting his rock hard abdomen and my toes cracking, pain surging in my foot. I swing at his face and hit him, causing him to groan in anger. I try to get out of his grip, but it's no use. He's too strong and I can't stand this. I want to give up.

"You ready sweetheart? You ready to feel what it's like to be with a real man?" he rudely smiles, knowing full well of his complete control over me.

"Get your bloody hands off her!" I hear the most angelic, but so deep voice boom through the room. Jake is pulled off me and his body is dragged out of the room. Multiple swears and angry voices boom through the room beside the bedroom, my body curling into a ball on the bed and crying. My face hurts, my legs hurt, my chest hurts; my whole body hurts. His forceful actions marked me in the worst way and I never want to see him again.

"Get you fucking ass up! Get up and fight you bloody fucker!" Harry yells, my hands gripping around his shirt and attempt to button it, but I have no strength.

"Never touch her again or I swear you will not have anything left you piece of shit!" Harry yells. I hear a slam and then heavy footsteps, Harry's body visible. Harry lifts my body up and holds my trembling form into his arms, resting me onto his lap. His bloody knuckles run through my hair, cupping my cheek and resting my head onto his chest. He shifts under me and his thigh aligns with my crotch, my pain entering my body. I whimper in pain, his actions stopping and holding me.

"What did he do?" he whispers, softly caressing my back with his hands.

"Slapped me, touched me, hit me," I choke out, but no tears are released. Harry's arms remain around me, comforting me in my pain. I was perfectly fine a month by myself, but with Harry, I'm in danger whenever left alone.

"He's gone now. Both of them are. I promise."

My eyes close and I finally feel moisture on my cheeks. Harry wipes them away, soft pads running under my eyes.

"It hurts Harry. He was touching me. M-My scar. He touched me and told me someone already beat him to it."

Harry lays me down and pulls a blanket over my body, wrapping it so I'm not as revealed as before. He kisses away my tears and looks me in the eyes, watching me carefully, my body moving in pain. He rests me in his arms, his body enveloping me in warmth.

"I knew they would pull something like this. I should've brought you with me. I'm so sorry baby, so sorry."

I rest my head in the crook of his neck and feel his heart beat against my hand. "I just, you're hurt. I knew you were going to need me, I left and then you called me. Baby, I thought they took you. I thought I lost you again."

"No Harry, I'm here."

His anxiousness is kicking in and it's my time to comfort, putting aside every aching muscle in my body.

"It's okay Harry. I'm okay now that you're here. You saved me and you are so strong."

"But you are hurt. He touched you," the words came out sour from his mouth. His green eyes bore into mine in frustration, his actions clearly expressing mixed emotions.

"You saved me Harry. Nothing will happen anymore and I will be right here for you. I understand Harry. It's okay."

He kisses my softly and buries his head into my neck, holding me tightly to him.

"Let me see," he whispers, pulling the blanket off my body, his hands gently rubbing against my chest. His soft digits massage my chest and his warm lips kiss the stinging skin.

"I will never let them get you again." His soft confirmation assured by a kiss to my busted lip.

His fingers button up his plaid shirt on my body, covering me up again and my body curling into his. We stay in the bed for majority of the day, Harry softly caressing my body.

"You never told me where you were going," I ask, brushing my thumb along his lips.

"I was meeting with the two to discuss a restraining order. I am having one placed against them both on you. I am not letting them come near you again."

I smile and he kisses my forehead. My body is lifted into his side and Harry holds onto me, my hair running across his chest. He plays with the ends and softly caresses every feature on my face. He kisses the top of my head and grabs my hand that's resting over his chest.

"My beautiful girl," he says, holding me close, my eyes closing and drifting off into a deep sleep.

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"Yes, I'm fine," I assure my mother, her constant worry over a cut lip and a slightly swollen cheek.

"He better not have done this. If he did you need to leave him."

I shake my head; positively assuring her that Harry wasn't the one to have caused my pain. In fact, last night, he took the time and bathed me after I awoke, his soft fingers moving against my skin to insure I was in the best hands of care.

"Harry would never do this. I just have chapped lips and it broke. My cheek is probably swollen from my hand lying under it last night. I'm fine."

She nods and I kiss her cheek. "I have to get to work. I will be back later. I promise."

She agrees and I walk out, grabbing a clipboard and beginning to work. My thoughts wander though, only thinking about the curly-haired boy who has turned my world upside down. But the thing is, I don't think I would have it any other way.

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