Captain Styles *UNEDITED VERSION*

Chapter 24

Isabella's POV:

My mind was in a daze while Harry softly smiled at me, getting a rag that I didn't even know he got, and started to wipe off the blood clumped up on my body.

I don't really know what to do now. I'm saved from Drake, that's for sure. But I watched Harry brutally murder him, and I was tortured by Drake.

All in all I was completely traumatized by this whole ordeal. Drake's torture had taken a toll on me, and I have a feeling that's exactly what he wanted to happen to me. That's what made this worse. It's that I actually fell for what he wanted even though I didn't want to.

"Bella?" Harry's voice breaks me from my daze and my eyes slowly drift to him, his green eyes filled with worry and concern.

"Did you hear what I said?" he asks and I blink my eyes a few times before shaking my head. I hadn't even heard his voice while I was thinking until he said my name. Hopefully he doesn't feel bad that I didn't hear him. Hopefully he doesn't whip me.

My eyes widened at my own thoughts, scared about how I had actually thought that. Harry would never whip me...no, he's not like Drake. So why am I so scared?

"I said that you needed to see a doctor. When we get back to shore I'm going to take you to a doctor to get you stitched up." he says slowly and carefully and tears slowly make their way to my eyes.

"I need to get stitched up?" I ask slowly and he bites his lip. "Umm...yes, you do. It's...it's a pretty deep wound." he says truthfully and suddenly all of it came crashing down on me like a pile of bricks.

I bent over, ignoring the searing pain in my body, and put my head in my hands, bawling my eyes out. Heart-wrenching sobs escaped my lips as tears flowed down my face.

"B-Bella?" Harry asks stunned, since this is the first time he's really seen me cry. He's probably one of the first people who've ever seen me cry in person. I've never cried in front of my father or my mother, because my father said that it was a 'sign of weakness'.

Well, here is your proof Dad. I'm weak. I'm weak and I'm crying because I've reached my limit. And the only reason I reached it is because I was tortured.

Two arms carefully wrapped around my body and drew me into his chest, gently stroking my hair as he began to whisper sweet words into my ear, trying to calm me down.

"I can't take it Harry. I can't take it." I cry, shaking my head back and forth, trying to clear the vicious images of Drake's arm coming down on my arm and seeing my blood splatter from my skin. It wouldn't go away.

"Shh, it's going to be okay." Harry tries to soothe me but I don't listen to his words, I just shake my head in hopelessness. Drake broke me. That's what he wanted and that's exactly what he got.

"How can it be okay?" I cry and he frowns at me, grabbing my hands and taking them away from my face, holding them in his hands and I look up at him, seeing his frown.

"It's going to be okay because I'm going to make it okay." he says to me and I give him a doubtful look. "You don't know what happened. You don't know what he did to me." I whisper and Harry's eyes fill with both anger and worry.

"You'll need to tell me that." he says, his voice strained as he tries to keep calm again. "I don't think I can." I say shaking my head and he releases a sigh. We sit there for a moment in silence, staring at each other without saying a word. My eyes were still filled with tears while his was filled with sadness.

"Bella." he says, finally breaking the silence and I sniffle, blinking my eyes at him once before he starts talking again.

"I've learned that the only way you can get over things is to say them out loud. You have to tell others what's bothering you in order to overcome these fears of yours." he says wisely and my eyes widen slightly.