Broken Wings || h.s

Chapter 4

                        Chapter 4

            I get dressed quickly in a pair of jeans, white flowy top and blue beat up converse.

I put my hair in a side braid and did some makeup.

Knowing Harry would be here soon I was making sure to be outside before he was able to even knock on the door.

My father could not know about this.

If he did he would hurt me…maybe even Harry.

He was capable of a lot of things when he was drunk.

Before I was out the door my father steps out of nowhere, scaring me shitless, as always.

“I want breakfast,”

“Dad, I have a huge test today and I need to leave…there’s some cereal in the cabinet-“

He grabs my arm with force, “You will not leave until you make me breakfast,”

“But-“

He squeezes tighter.

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

I quickly go over to the cabinets and put out some cereal in a bowl for him.

He lazily sits in a chair and starts eating.

Before he can see me cry I quickly shuffle over to the door letting a few tears slip.

I spot Harry’s car parked in front of my house so I rush over, getting in.

“Good morning to you too,” he smiles at me when I don’t greet him.

“Sorry, morning,”

“Hey,” he catches my attention by pulling my face with his finger to face him.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his brows lacing in confusion.

“N-nothing,” I stutter, caught off guard.

No one has really cared much before, except for Ally.

“No, something is wrong,” he pushes on.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I pull my face away from him and cross my arms.

He doesn’t do anything for a moment but then finally starts the car.

I’m thankful he doesn’t push it and keep asking me to tell him because I really didn’t want to talk. If I did I would probably end up telling him everything and sobbing at the same time and he would show me pity.

I hated when people showed me pity, it was the most annoying thing because I didn’t feel like they actually cared.

At the same time I wanted Harry to ask me what was going on because at the moment, having someone to talk to would be comforting.

I was indecisive and a wreck so I just ended up staying silent in my seat while we drove to school.

When we got to a spot light I could feel Harry’s eyes on me, looking straight at me.

I didn’t bother to turn my head; I just kept staring out the window.

I really didn’t want to go to school today, I wasn’t in the mood.

But then again when was I in the mood for school?

When we arrive at school Harry parks in a spot near the entrance and I unbuckle my seatbelt.

Before I can push open the door, Harry clicks the lock, shutting me inside.

“You aren’t okay, I know you’re not,”