To Infinity (A Harry Styles Love Story)

chapter three

edited

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She didn't know who would leave or stay,

So she pushed them all away.

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brooklyn

"Bye Jack" I waved, flicking the lights off with my other hand. I walked out of the shop, and locked the doors. I shivered, heading towards my car away from the music shop where I worked at. They mostly just sold CD's and records, along with some band merch. It wasn't too well known but it definitely wasn't abandoned either, our most popular customers being teens and the occasional old citizen. You never know who likes what.

The rain drizzled down, dampening the bright ground. I ran to my car and got inside just as the rain started to hit the roof of my car quicker.

Fear filled my body as I drove home. I bit my lip, turning into my neighborhood. Blake was going to beat me up so bad.

I could feel my insides churning as I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Quietly, I slid off my shoes, and hung my jacket in the closet.
Maybe he was sleeping, or busy doing something. God, I hoped so.

The lights were off, and the house was silent. Too silent. I tip toed into the kitchen. Suddenly, the lights flashed on.

My eyes widened, and two seconds later I was on the floor, a stinging sensation on my cheek. I curled into a ball, my chest seemed so squeeze itself inside out with anxiety.

"You little whore. Slut. Why the hell am I even dating you?!?" He spat in my face. Shit. I knew what he was going to do. He always did this. The verbal abuse. He made me feel so worthless. At times I thought maybe it was worse then the physical abuse, but nothing was worse then that. Still, his words sat in my mind and every so often they would wash over me like an old habit, ruining my self worth.

"You're so ugly. And fat. No wonder your dad abused you" he hissed, kicking me. I whimpered, tears in my eyes. He always brought up my dad. Anything to hurt me he used against me. If he wasn't physically trying to weaken me, he sure as hell would emotionally.

"No one will ever love you, got it?" He sadistically asked, punching me. A groan sounded from my now bleeding mouth, as my face throbbed in its newfound pain.
"You deserve to die" he said, slapping me. A sob escaped me. Everything was hurting all at once, and I couldn't tell if it on the outside or inside at this point. I just wanted him to stop.  "Shutup! You're so weak and pathetic!! Why don't you just leave already?! No one loves you! There's no use in living! You're a waste of space." He spat in my face.

I didn't say anything. I just sat there quietly getting beat, his words stabbing my heart. Ragged breaths were entering and exiting me, but his words replayed over and over in my head.

No one loved me. I was a mistake. I am worthless. I am ugly and fat. Most of all, I was alone. So, so alone. I glanced at the clock, it was 12 already. How long had this been going on?

He roughly grabbed my arm, and shoved me outside. The rain was harsh, and stung my bruises. I tried to counter against him, and got up as I heard the door slam shut. It was no use. He's done this multiple times. I quickly stood off the porch, limping to a nearby alley.

Finally relieved from being out of the heavy rain, I slumped against the wall. My eyes almost hurt from the pressure behind them as endless tears fell. My face was still aching, and no doubt bruised. Every part of me hurt.