Pain 2: Him (H.S)

Chapter 8

People are still confused about Alee's full name so I'm going to change the spelling to make it easier, so instead of it being Aleevonne it's going to be Aleevon. It's still pronounced the same but the "E" confused people, they thought it was "Alee-Vonn-Ee" but it's "Ali-Von" and I want to ease the confusion lol. Hope that helps a little :)

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~Flashback~

"Don't be silly, baby. It's just a blemish." Harry sat against the headboard, hands behind his head and ankles crossed as he watched me try to pop the horrendous pimple on my face that sent me to tears. I looked disgusting and horrible, hated how I looked and didn't even want to leave the house, but Harry thought I still looked beautiful.

It was pouring out and the night sky was pitch black. The candles dimmed my room perfectly as his favorite Yanni piece played. He loved his music, every single one of his songs were his favorite and I always found it to be interesting that a man with so many tattoo's and piercings could love classical music. His ear was so strong for it, he adored it.

"Yeah, but look how big it is!" I turn away from the mirror, pointing to the pepperoni sized zit on my face and he laughed pushing himself up. I crossed my arms over my chest, looking down at my socks feeling his on me and I knew he was going to say something against my words. He always knew how to turn my frown into a smile.

"Come here," He held out his hand laughing, "come here!"

"Ugh." I stomped like a child and walked to him, not wanting to face him because I didn't want him to see how ugly I looked.

"Look at me," He tried so hard to mask his smile but my stubbornness always made him laugh, "you are the most beautiful girl in the world." He pulls me down beside him and squeezes my hand, "I mean look at you; you're perfect."

"Nobody is perfect Harry." I roll my eyes towards the man I fell so madly in love with.

"You're perfect to me. Everything about you is breathtaking." He delicately kissed my lips, knowing exactly how to make me smile.

Only he could.

"Now," He pulls me down with him on the bed, pulling the covers over us as he secured me against his chest. I felt his heart beat and I counted each one, thanking God for creating and giving me such an amazing person. "Tell me how fascinated you were with me when we first met." He chuckled getting comfortable. He always loved that story. He loved hearing me tell him how much I loved his tattoo's and how even though he intimidated me at first, I was so drawn to him. "Tell me how amazing my tattoo's are." He laughed kissing my forehead and I began.

~End Of Flashback~

Harry's pain has cut me deeper than my own. I betrayed my own words and true feelings because the burning eyes of the Devil controlled me. I miss us, I miss all we used to be and I miss being happy; even if it was limited. I want to be happy with him and only him, and I guess the guilt comes with deserved suffrage.

"Did she get home safely?" My mom and Alan set themselves in the car before I switch with Alan so he could drive.

I cried so endlessly on the way here. My whole body went weak and I was stuck in self hatred. I had to pull over to collect myself because of how dizzy the crying made to me. I can't believe he was going to do that me. I know we hurt each other, I know I hurt him, but I can't believe he was going to kill himself and leave me forever. I don't even know how I got here; my vision was so blurry and the car was only filled with my cries and the vision of him dead kept popping up.