Bad Blood 2 (h.s.)

Part 124

Part 124

Harry.

Beth carefully runs the cloth over my eye and my hands hold her waist, my eyes closed at the feeling. Her delicate fingers run over the cut on my eyebrow and I open my eyes, her bottom lip taken between her teeth. She reaches to the first aid kit and grabs a butterfly bandage, putting it over my eye.

"Is everything taken care of?" she asks, her finger rubbing disinfectant over my nose.

"For the most part. He said a few things that got to my head but I-I was scared of him. I always have been and he wanted us to do something completely inhumane."

My hands let go of her tiny waist and I lift the tight shirt off my body. She runs her fingers over my chest and she runs the cloth under cold water, putting it over some of the bruises.

"H-He knows your brother," I tell her, my hands holding onto her again. She looks up at me and I press my lips to her cheek, not wanting her to be scared.

"He wanted us to kill him," I breathe out, holding her tense body to me.

"You didn't..." Beth says, my hands grabbing her cheeks to focus her attention on me. She looks down and I lean my forehead on hers, looking at her.

"I have never killed anyone and I never will. Your brother is safe and Darren is in jail. You have nothing to worry about because I'm here," I tell her, her eyes closing completely. Her lips part and I kiss her bottom lip, her lips closing around my top lip. She softly brings her arms to my legs, resting her hands on my waist.

My body moves off the counter and I pull her to me, her soft fingers running on my skin. "Beth, can I talk to you?" I ask, her head nodding. She listens to everything I have to say and I need to get everything about Darren out of my head.

We walk into her room and I take my pants off, replacing them with joggers. She pulls the covers to her bed down and I get in, her body coming next to mine. She lays her head on my upper arm and I hold her waist and bring her body to mine.

"I want to talk about my past with Darren," I tell her, her hands coming to my chest and rubbing circles with her thumbs.

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"We were always told that we can't let any of the men go until they were lying unconscious, making me feel like I was invincible. Nothing but darkness was in my mind, the times where I beat men until they were nearly dead. I've never realized how vulgar it sounds and to finally let it out makes me realize how I was such a monster," I tell her, my arms surrounding Beth's small form.

"The way I used to punch men until they bled so much blood made me feel like I was unstoppable, but I never stopped. I didn't ever think I would feel again; my senses were blocked. Those nights where I was so drunk and drugged, I had meaningless sex with two girls because they wanted a night so rough in the bedroom and I ended up hurting them. They had no idea the anger in my body and the only thing I saw those nights was a release. They had tears falling down their cheeks because I ruthlessly held them. It was dominant and submissive those nights and I hate everything I did. I hated myself," I say, her eyes watching me carefully. I don't want to hide from her. My past comes to haunt me some days and tonight was one.

"Every time my fist would come to meet a face, the flashbacks of my father would come back. I never had anyone in my house before and I never wanted to have anyone in there. It was my private house and no one deserved to be in my business. I spent multiple nights awake because thunder reminded me of gunshots but I got better. So much better with someone right by my side," I say, poking her nose. She smiles and I kiss her forehead, rubbing my thumb against the peach fuzz on her head. Some of her hair is starting to grow back and I love her little fuzzy head.