Promise

Twelve

There is strong language in this chapter, read at your own risk.

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It's been a week since the person left that envelope outside the door. I have barely seen Harry since then. He is always in the office, or at the warehouse. And of course I am always left with a babysitter. It isn't Alex though so I can't be that upset.

It seems like Harry is back to his old self, he is always marching around everywhere looking so angry. I have just been trying to avoid him though because even when he is acting somewhat nice, you never know when he might snap.

I have been having nightmares every night too. I wake up crying from seeing the man from the club, or the man from the window. And every night I wake up alone, with no one to talk to about it. I miss my mom so much. Even if my dad doesn't care that I'm missing, I know she does. I know she's probably worried sick about me. I just wish I could let her know that I'm okay, and she doesn't need to worry about me. She doesn't need to stress about me.

I looked up from my spot on the couch, and saw that my new body guard was on his phone. I crouched down onto the ground, and quietly crawled away towards Harry's office. I reached up and opened the door, before sneaking in. Once I was inside I stood up and began looking for pen and paper. Maybe Harry would let me send her a letter. He wouldn't even have to put a return address on it.I just want her to know that I'm okay. I mean my situation isn't great at all, but I'm alive so she doesn't need to worry.

Once I found the pen and paper I took a seat in his office chair, and started writing my letter. I really hope Harry lets me send my letter. Maybe I'll wait to ask him when he's in a good mood so he will be more likely to say yes. I just want my mom to hear from me.

After a few minutes of writing, I had a weird feeling like someone was watching me. I looked up from my paper for a moment. I looked at the other end of the room, and saw an angry Harry making his way towards me. I quickly grabbed the paper and tried to run away. He clearly told me to never come in here, and he just caught me breaking the rules.

He gripped my arm and threw me in front of him. When I landed on the ground, the paper flew out of my hands. Before I could reach it, Harry already had it. I watched as he read my letter, his face grew even angrier, and his eyes darker.

"Who the fück do you think you are? Breaking my rules, and trying to send a letter asking for help?" He roared at me.

"N-No, Harry, I wa-wasn't asking for h-help. I-I was gonna ask..."

And just like it was nothing, he tore my letter to shreds right in front of me. I could feel my eyes well up with tears as I ran out of his office. My only way to reach my mother was now in pieces on the floor of Harry's office.

I ran up to my room, and cried. I could hear Harry throwing things around downstairs. He is going to punish me. I know he is. I could hear his loud stomps quickly making their way towards me. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it to my chest.

My door flew open, banging against the wall. Harry stood in the doorway with his belt in his hand. I didn't know what to do. I just kept saying how sorry I was but he didn't care. He slowly made his way over to my bed before ripping me off and throwing me over his knee. He pulled up my nightdress so my butt was on full display. I tried to pull it down, but he held me firmly in my place.

Before I could even understand what was happening, I felt a hard whip go across my bottom. He was whipping me with his belt. I felt all of the hard blows, like it was never going to end. He was hitting me so much, I lost count.

Once he let out all of his anger, he stood up and dropped me onto the ground. I was crying harder than I ever had before. My whole body was shaking violently.

"Rosalee..." Harry said as he tried to calm me down. I screamed and pushed myself away from him every time he tried to touch me. Then he left. I heard the front door slam shut, leaving me here alone. I laid there on the ground, shaking and crying.

I cried because I was in pain. I cried because I missed my family. I cried because I was weak. I cried because I wanted Harry to just end me. I cried because I could feel myself giving up.

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I pushed myself off of the ground. My bottom half ached. I had barely slept all night last night. I could feel the puffiness in my face. I felt like I had lost myself. I walked downstairs. I kept my head straight, ignoring whoever might be here. I saw someone sitting in the living room. I felt their eyes on me. I kept going on, limping my way to the door.

I tugged on the door over and over again. I knew it was never going to open, but I needed it to. I needed the door to open in order to keep any hope of escaping. I felt someones arms wrap around my body and slowly pry me away from the door. I was now crying. The person sat me down on their lap in the living room, and tried to soothe me. I sat there in their arms, giving up all of my hopes of ever seeing my family again.

"What the fück, Leo!" I heard someone scream, waking me up out of the sleep I didn't know I was in. I slowly blinked my eyes open, and saw that I was laying in Leo's arms. He was the one who took me from the door. His grip around me tightened, as I looked up and saw Harry starring at us. I tried to hide in Leo's arms. Harry was back...

As Leo tried to calmly talk to Harry, Harry lunged at Leo. I crawled away to a corner, and watched as the two fought. I pulled my knees up to my chest and covered my eyes. I was so scared. Every time I see Harry, I am filled with fear.

I could hear them stop fighting, and then I felt a hand pry my hands away from my face. I saw Harry starring at me.

"P-Please don't h-hurt me.." I pleaded, causing his eyes to fill with sadness. He backed away from me, slightly shaking his head. It looked like he was hurt at what I just said, but why would he be hurt? He is the monster who is making my life a living hell, he doesn't feel hurt, he doesn't have feelings.

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