Anabel || Harry Styles

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A gif of lil Alexandra above or on the side if you're on a computer, played by the beautiful Mackenzie Foy 🌸

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**Anabel's POV

"GET THE FUCK UP, ANA!"

I try to push myself up, attempting to ignore the stinging pain that the cuts and bruises have caused.

"I can't do it." I whisper to myself, staring at the huge purple mark that had surfaced on the skin near my ankle.

"Anabel." Jenna warns, her eyes filled with worry.

"ANABEL." The woman, known as Roberta had said firmly, walking up to me.

"I can't do it." I say, my voice breaking.

She leans in close, her emerald eyes slightly reminding me of someone.

NO.

"You can't do it?" She repeats, mimicking my voice in a more irritating pitch.

"Anabel, get up." Jenna whispers, her tone more serious this time.

I sigh, attempting to push myself up again. A shot of pain had struck me making a sharp cry escape my trembling lips.

"HOW ARE YOU GOING TO DEFEND YOURSELF OUT THERE?" She yells, catching everybody else's attention, the sounds of grunting and punching had stopped.

Jenna looks down at her feet, wiping away the smudged blood from her nose caused by my punch. Jenna's frame was small, along with her petite figure but damn this girl can throw a hit enough to knock me down.

"Are you gonna be a pathetic weakling all your life? Maybe your parents' death wasn't worth it after all." She says between gritted teeth. Those words were enough to send me up to my feet and running towards her, my fist colliding with her face before I could even stop myself.

I gasp, my hands over my lips. I struggle to let out the words "I'm sorry.", cause maybe I meant that punch so I stop myself. She looks at me, then laughs, loud, echoing throughout the walls of the abandoned-looking building. It was silent, everyone was silent you could hear a pin drop. Blood was dripping from her nose, her gums were sore as she spat out red fluid on the ground.

"There she is." She grins, dragging the back of her hand across her face, wiping the blood away.

"I thought you've gone weak." She smiles, stepping forward.

Before I could speak, her fist had met my cheek and everything went black.

My eyes open, instantly greeted by warmth, the scent of sweat and nostalgia. I watch the flickering light from above me, as I scan the familiar room. Lockers stood on every corner of the room, on the right side laid numerous similar-looking beds across each other, 3 punching bags hang aligned above in the middle and a door to the shower room in the corner. Memories flash through my mind along with a sting from my jaw, I wanna get out. I shift carefully turning to my side but was stopped by a sharp pain caused by the bruises.

"Fuck." I bit, my eyes shut in irritation. A bandage had wrapped around my ankle already, covering the large purple mark that had formed.

"You're awake." Liz's voice echoed, amused by my state.

"Anabel, you are on fire." Kate compliments, hugging the punching bag to prevent it from swinging from her punches and kicking.