Dead melody (Harry Styles/Jai Brooks)

Chapter 31

Eva's POV

"He will be coming soon just give him a moment" I said to the carriage driver as I turned and saw Harry stumbling out of the doors

"That's our king" I heard the driver scoff under his breath. I felt my face grow red, knowing I was bounded to that, I was his accessory. His bad actions made me look bad too.

He got inside and looked to me, I wrapped my arms around my body and hunched up.

"I'm not going" he slurred.

"You have to Harry" I whispered as I hugged my body tighter. He looked to me and growled.

"I don't have to do anything" his face then twisted into a smile and he reached out to my face and stoked it "but I can think of something much better to do" I had an idea of what he had in mind and a gulped

"Harry...no" I whispered in a beg as I shook my head

"Forget the party take us back" Harry called to the driver and I felt my stomach drop and my body began to shake. I wanted to jump out the window. Maybe I could-

"You know you still owe me he said" Harry said, tearing me away from my thoughts of jumping out and instead bringing me back to his awful bitter presence.  "But all will be made up for" he smirked

Jais POV

"Congratulations" I was told as I took hands with some lord or something, I couldn't focus on what was happening all I could think about was where is Eva and Harry. Even though my mind had slipped for Eva a bit I was still concerned that I hadn't seen her or Harry, it meant Harry was alone with her, and when's he's alone with her he does unholy things to her.

"Jai this is my great aunt and uncle" Lily said as she directed to two small elders, both smiling

"Pleasure" I said as I reached my hand out

"You better look after her" the old man said with a friendly tone and that's when it hit me. Lily was mine now to protect, she had to become my main propriety. Helping Eva could get me or even her killed.

"With my life"

Eva's POV

Fuck my life.

We had gotten back and Harry just dragged me inside. I tried to pull away from his grip, he will still drunk but he was strong. Even with an unstable mind the dark twisted side of him still was conscious. conscious and dangerous. sadistic and demanding. Dominant and murderous.

"Harry lets just go back to the party" i begged as he began to drag me further and further in, my stomach dropping at the thought of what i was to endure in the next few hours. I wanted to throw up and just run away, run so far away not even the wind could catch me.

i felt my eyes begin to water as we made it to our room. I pulled away from his grip even more. Praying to a god i had lost hope in to just rescue just this one time, so many nights he had ignored my cries and screams but maybe he won't this time one time. Maybe he will see my desperation and actually step in. maybe he will step in as i stepped into the dark room.

The darkness hid my ever flowing tears, i was swallowing screams. The darkness hid my praying hands, maybe that's why god didn't come that night, he couldn't see my shaking hands pressed together as i muttered for him to just help me. yeah that's why he didn't save me.

Harry pushed me onto the bed, my praying hands broken to catch my fall.

"wait here while i light the candles" he said as i heard him walk around. He never really lighted candles for this, it was mostly in the dark, that's why his room has no window; the darkness hid his sins.

I pushed my face into the bed sheets, screaming into them, no sound came out but i was screaming to hell for them to just take him back already. I rolled my body abit to try and release some of the anger energy. This enraged me. I wasn't a doll, i wasn't his toy or his slave, i wasn't walking pleasure on legs, i was a human being. I was his wife and even though we married for statue there should at least be some love and compassion in there, like my mothers own marriage. People envied my life because they only saw the glamor. they didn't hear the sobs, they didn't see the beatings, they didn't feel the agony. The glamor of this life wasn't worth it. Id happily swim around in pig shite all day, diseased and with a man who cherished me, and would burn the world if it meant keeping me happy, where he would kill anyone who tried to harm me if he meant escaping this hell. I'm sure lily will live the dream life, with a man like jai who will care for her- holy fuck what that a swing

my eyes focused though the candle light to a selection of rope hanging from the ceiling, it all looked like a swing...(yes bitches its a sex swing so get yo fucking pasta because this next chapter is going to get sausy... except i'm crap at writing and espically bad with sex scenes but me and ma boi have been watching porn together so I'm inspired)