kardashian | h.s.

from the dining table

as i hear the first knock on the door, i suddenly want to vomit. kendall rubs my back as harry answers the door. mom and bruce walk in, followed by khloe and kim. i'm insanely grateful kim left kanye at home this time. his musics great, but i cant stand him. i say hi to all of them, each one of them hugging me. it hurts so bad, but i don't say anything. not yet.

kourtney walks in, scott in tow, then rob and kylie. after i've said hello to everyone, we all do small talk for a minute before harry tells us that dinner is ready and to come and get it. we all sit down and after we've eaten for a while, i decide to go ahead and tell them.

"guys, i want to talk to you about something." i announce, which gets their attention. "you and harry are finally dating?" khloe asks and i shake my head, giggling to myself. "actually, this is about justin." i say, my seriousness returning. "two nights ago, justin, he-um, he cheated on me, again." i start, they all look pissed already. "and then, i confronted him about it, and he..." i pause, not wanting to cry again, as i've already cried so much. "he hit me. a few times. and he kicked me. and he threw his beer bottle at my head." i say, stopping to cry.

harry grabs my hand from under the table and it calms me a little. "he what?" my dad yells. "are you fucking serious?" khloe asks me and i nod. "he's dead." rob mutters. they all start talking/yelling and i get overwhelmed, breaking down.

"guys! stop!" kendall yells over everyone, making them go quiet. "kaia, did justin really hit you? cause if so you need to press charges." my mother tells me and i nod. "he came by here earlier, trying to get to me but harry stopped him, we called the police and they're looking for him now." i manage to get out before sobbing again. harry answers most of the questions my family asks, except for the ones he doesn't know the answers to, i answer those. kourtney, khloe, kylie, my mom, and kendall are crying by the end of the conversation, while my dad, rob, kim, and scott look pissed.

"kaia, that's not okay. he'll get what's coming to him. we'll kick his ass." kim assures me and i laugh a little. "no, i'm serious. no one treats my little sister like that. i'll beat the shit out of him. bible." she tells me, the look on her face, deadly serious. scott jumps in, "i'll help her. i mean it, too." scott may be an ass sometimes, but we've always been pretty close. "i know you will, scott."

"kaia, i just want to tell you how proud of you i am for immediately having harry come and get you and also for not speaking to him today. a lot of women find themselves being abused by their boyfriends and husbands and put up with it. so i am so proud of you for not giving him any more chances." my mom cries, turning to harry.

"and thank you so much for taking care of our daughter. you do so much for her, thank you for keeping her safe, last night, and today." he tells her he doesn't know what he would do if anything happened to me and blah blah blah. it's sweet and i appreciate it, but i'm just tired of talking about me and everyone being so nice to me.

dinner doesn't go on for too much longer before we realize how late it is. we spent so long talking about the whole justin thing, that it's 11 o' clock. "hey, k?" harry leans towards me and asks me quietly, "do you want to stay here or go back to your house? you're welcome here as long as you want but i understand if you want to go home and put on some clean clothes and sleep in your own bed."

"i think i'm going to go home with kendall, if that's okay with you." i answer and he nods. "okay just please be careful. i don't want anything happening to you."

"guys i'm super tired, so i think we should probably call it a night." i announce to the family and they all agree and tell me to "get some rest". kendall and i are the last ones to leave. i say bye to harry and thank him again for everything to which he tells me "it was no big deal", even though we both know it was.

kendall and i head out and i fall asleep almost immediately when we get in the car. i'm exhausted from my past couple of days. she wakes me up gently when we get to the house and i trudge inside, still half asleep. i wash the makeup off my face and look in the mirror. i feel disgusting and ugly as i do so, but i don't look away. a voice in the back of my head tells me "you deserve this" but i shake it off, because i know that i don't deserve this. no one deserves this.

i put on a big shirt, i think it's one of rob's, and pair of pajama shorts before i finally crawl into bed. i turn on the tv, since i can never fall asleep without some sort of noise, and finally go to sleep.