I opened the door as it rang and saw Harry looking down on me. "Hey."
"Checking on me again?" I whispered
"Yeah." Harry muttered.
"Come in"
Harry walked inside and I closed the door. "So, did you cut?" I sighed, looking at Harry. He had asked that the past week. And each time I had dissapointed him. I stayed completely silent and he grabbed my wrist, looking at the fresh mark. "God dammit Delia."
"I had a flashback and it was bad and I just..."
"Hurt yourself? Why do you keep hurting yourself? I though you want the pain to go away."
"I do but Harry-"
"No cutting!" Harry yelled and I flinched
"You bitch." I muttered and Harry raised an eyebrow, glaring at me
"What?"
"Anne told Maybeline you cut! How can you tell me I am so bad for cutting when you are cutting too?" I screamed
"I haven't cut in a week. You cut everyday!" Harry growled
"I don't need therapy!" I hissed through clenched teeth.
Harry's eyes darkened and he slammed me against the wall, staring at me. "You need therapy! You just refuse it!" Harry screamed and I winced as he pinned my arms to the walls.
"Harry....." I whimper
"You are a fucking idiot. Refusing therapy! You need help." A tear streamed down my pale skin and I turned my face away from Harry's. But Harry's hand grabbed my chin and he forced me to look at him. Harry was fuming with anger, his appearance terrifying me even more. His hair was pulled back with a bandana and he worse a black top with jeans and boots. His face was red and he was shaking with fury.
"Harry please let me go....." I could feel a flashback creeping up and I tried to fight it but it was worthless, they always won
Howard held me against the wall, looking at me. "You mother fucking idiot!! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?"
I whimpered as Howard's hands wrapped around my throat. I was merely protecting myself. He forced me to give him a blowjob so I bit his penis. He had then screamed but he still was able to choke me. "YOU ARE A SLUT!!! YOU DIRTY FUCKING SLUT!"
I couldn't even breath, my airways were closing "You kill me and you have no release, sir." I barely got out that sentence but that was enough for Howard to drop me against the floor. He then went to the corner and grabbed the cane
"FINE. I'LL TEACH YOU A FUCKING LESSON!" The cane slammed into my rib cage and I wailed. It hit me over and over again until I blacked out.
"NO!!!" I screamed and I opened my eyes, staring at Harry who had now backed away. His eyes were glossed with tears and he was shaking. Tears ran down my face and I bit my lip. Harry ran out the door but I followed him, walking barefoot in the grass. Harry kicked the tree in the yard and screamed.
"Harry! Harry!" I yelled and I grabbed him, trying to pull him back as he thrashed around. I turned Harry around and held his face in my hands and he cried. "Harry! Stop it." But Harry slapped me right across the face and I just looked back at Harry. "Harry, it's okay! You are okay! I...I wouldn't let anybody hurt you." I whispered, remembering what Harry said last time I freaked out. Harry looked up at me and fell down on his knees. I bent down too, ignoring that it was freezing and I was only wearing shorts and a shirt with a sweater. Harry pulled me into him and I wrapped my hands around his neck. "What happened?"
