Struggles

Chapter 4

Hey guys :)

It's been almost a year and I'm finally back!!

I've just been extremely busy with moving and getting used to a new environment, but since it's summer I have a lot of time on my hands.

Here we go!

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Tara's POV

I wake up, aching from all parts of my body. The first thing I do is run to my bathroom to wash my face. I look in the mirror to find swollen eyes, cheeks, and what not. I sigh and wash my face, hoping it will erase the bruise on my left cheek.

After patting my face carefully with a towel, I walk downstairs to the kitchen. It is quiet and peaceful, just the way I like it. Suddenly, I hear snoring coming from underneath a blanket on the couch.

Mom.

Seems like she had a great night with Mrs. Styles, seeing that she hasn't bothered to even change. I decide not to bother her, considering the bruises all over me. I grab a bowl of cereal and munch quickly. 

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I put on some sweatpants and a hoodie, hoping I won't be recognized at school today, not that I ever get noticed. Then, I grab my bag and I'm out the door. 

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Science comes along and I find myself having to sit behind Harry because of the lack of seats. Mr. Curtis lectures us about how evolution works. My vision starts blurring slowly and I fall asleep. Just a second later, someone flicks me on the forehead. I burst open my eyes and see Harry and his despicable smirk. 

"You should really pay attention. Maybe you'll learn how to evolve yourself into being more useful," he insults. I just nod and he rolls his eyes. "Whatever, my house after school today."

"But.."

"No but's. Oh and by the way, try not to screw up today. We didn't get anything done yesterday thanks to you."

I stay quiet and wait for the day to be over.

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I stand outside of the school, looking for Harry. I spot him in his car, with Emily. I walk up to them with the image of Harry stomping on me. 

"Umm.." Harry throws his bag in the backseat. "Sorry. I don't think there's enough space in my car. You're going to have to walk, bike, or whatever you do." Emily lets out a annoying giggle and they drive off. 

It's okay if I don't catch up with them, because I know exactly where his house is located. I grab my bike and ride along the sidewalk, enjoying the breeze that goes through my hair. 

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My bike slows as I reach his house. The first thing I do is look for the stone Harry and I made together when we were kids. It has our hand prints and says 'Best Friends Forever' right under it. My eyes search the entire yard, but it's no where to be seen. I leave my bike by the garage and make my way up the stairs to his front door. 

I open the unlocked door to find Harry and Emily making out. Typical. I set my stuff next to a desk in his computer room, which is right next to the living room. I get out all the Science material and realize I need the computer to research. I don't want to interrupt Harry and Emily's little sex show, but he would probably kill me for not doing anything else anyways.

"Harry." I murmur. "I need the comput-"

"Hey, did I ask you to talk?" Harry interrupts.

"I've got to get going now babe. See you later?" Emily chirps and leaves. 

Harry watches her leave while my eyes are glued on him. All of a sudden he bellows, "Thanks. You scared my girlfriend away. You know what needs to happen to bad girls like you? They need to be punished."

Those words echo throughout my head and I feel something tight grab my wrist. Harry is dragging me up the stairs.

"Let me go!" I grunt.

"Hah! Does it look like I will."

I take my chance and kick him in the shin. Before I know it, I'm runnng for the bathroom door. I manage to lock the door and that's when my head starts aching. I hear Harry running downstairs. I have to think. I know Harry is going downstairs to get the keys. I learned that from playing hide and seek with him. The only way to stop Harry was to show him that I was in real pain. I know deep down in the dark heart of his, he still cares for me... at least I think.

I rummage through my bag and find a tiny blade. I've never bothered to try it out because the thought of it scared me. I never thought it would be my lifesaver. 

The blade slowly makes it's way to my wrist. My trembling hands make it almost impossible to actually cut myself. With a quick stroke, I feel a burning sensation. With my vision blurring, I look down at the mess and faint. I've never been fond of blood.