Insecure

You were just a small bump unborn for four months then torn from life.

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran

"My dad couldn't understand why I had gotten a C+ on my English test, I've been a straight A student my entire life."

"Grades aren't everything Sara." He assures me.

"They are to my family." I reply, tears begin to fall as I sit up and prepare myself to tell the story. "I found out I was pregnant the summer before sophomore year, I kept it a secret from everyone but Michael. He wanted me to get an abortion but I couldn't." I cry looking down. "I just couldn't Harry. I lied to him and told him I terminated it so he wouldn't leave me, but then my parents found out. They didn't know Michael was 28 at the time, they didn't know he was the soccer coach. He looked a lot younger so they just figured he was in high school."

Harry quietly reaches over and strokes my back as I continue the story. "The sick thing was how much they loved him, they fucking adored him. He had thing wrapped around his little finger...... Just like me." I add sadly. "I was doing the dishes one day when I felt the baby kick, it scared me causing me to spill water on my shirt which clung to my bump. My mother was shocked when she noticed it but my father. He was fucking furious." I explain before taking a sip of my soda. 

"He dragged me out to the car along with my mother, said we were going to take care of the situation. I love my father Harry, he was an amazing dad but that night he was so upset with me. I was his greatest achievement but in that moment I turned into his greatest disappointment. He was driving like a mad man trying to get his doctor on the phone so he could 'fix' me. My mother was holding my hand, she was disappointed in me but she never faltered on supporting me. Then my dad asked how old Michael was because he was wondering if he could press charges, when I told them my father lost it. The next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital bed a month later." I say looking down. 

"Where was Michael?" Harry asks.

"He left me, all I had was my sister. Then she introduces her new boyfriend who went on to take over the firm. Anyways the impact to my pelvis killed the baby of course so both Michael and my father got what they wanted I guess." I mutter sadly. "It was a girl, I wanted to name her Grace."

"I'm so sorry Sara." Harry whispers as he wraps his arm around me and I lean against his chest. 

"I was in the hospital for 5 months and then a rehab for 4 months before Vanessa could take me home. By then she and her boyfriend had married. I had to learn how to walk and write all over again."

"Have you seen Michael since?" He asks and I nod. "Do you still see him?" I answer with another nod. "I knew it." He mutters under his breath. "I saw the bruises Sara."

"I don't know how to stop."

"Start with no, if he forces it call me. I will happily put my fist through his fucking face." Harry says huffing. "You don't deserve this, you are so beautiful, smart and kind Sara. You deserve a man that worships you, that makes you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world because that's what you are." He says as he cups my face and tilts my head up to look him in the eyes and I feel that connection again. He licks his lips as he glances down to mine but jumps as his phone goes off. He dismisses the call but I see that it's now almost nine and the sun has set. 

"I should get home." I say softly and he nods. 

"Yea, me too."

After a short drive Harry pulls up to my house where I see both Vanessa and Michael's cars out front. "Thank you for today Harry." I whisper.

"Anytime love, I'll come around back with you bags. Just open the window ok?" He suggests and I nod before hoping out of his car and pulling on my sweater. "See you in a few."

I take a deep breath and jog up to my house before sliding through the front door.

"Oh you're home sweetie!." Vanessa exclaims. "It's nice to see you go out with someone other then Emily." She says smiling.

My sister isn't a horrible person, she just has no clue about the shit that goes on around her. She's actually very warm and loving not to mention perfect. We have similar body types but she pulls it off better then I do plus she's at least 5 inches taller then me. 

No wonder why Michael left me for her.

"Wheres Michael?" I ask cautiously wanting to avoid him. 

"He just went upstairs to take a shower."

"I see, I'm pretty beat so I'm going to get to bed. Night Nessa." I say before heading into my bedroom thankful that it's on the bottom floor. Once I lock my door I open the window and wave over to Harry, he hands me my bags but when I go to bid him farewell he climbs through my window instead. I stash my bags in my closet before walking back in my room as Harry looks around. 

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" I say and Harry nods before closing the distance between us and wrapping his arms around me. 

I don't think anyone has ever held me like this, definitely not Michael. 

"Thank you for opening up to me." He says before pressing a quick kiss to the top of my head. Harry and I jump as there is pounding on my door. 

"Sara! Open this door." Michael bellows causing me to panic. 

"You need to go Harry." I whisper as I drag him toward my window. He looks concerned but listens to me as he climbs out my window.

"Call me if you need me." He says softly before walking away.

"I know your aren't alone Sara!" Michael shouts as I close the window silently before walking over to the door and opening it.

"What do you want Michael?"

"Where is he?" He snaps as he pushes past me only wearing pajama bottoms, he looks around my room in frustration. "I heard him." He mutters.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I say indifferently.

"Oh yea?" He challenges as he advances on me. "We'll see if he still wants you after I'm through with you, remember that you're mine babygirl."