Find Me.

Chapter 1.

~chapter starts~

Aliza's POV.

I took it this time to run away from the curly headed boy, I ran and ran and ran until my lungs couldn't take it anymore. I took this time to admire my surroundings. You see, I live near the woods, no not the scary type of woods.. more like enchanting and fairytale like woods. Harry and I used to play here all the time and we still do.

I hear the crunching noise of the leaves but It was going in a different direction. I peeked out of my hiding spot but before I knew it, I feel strong arms wrapped around my waist, "Found you!"

"That wasn't fair! you tricked me!"

"Whatever, American"

"Fuck you, Brit"

I love these kinds of moments, the days after school where we have no homework and we can just hang out. Harry has always been my rock, my anchor. He's like a big brother to me, "Liz? How's your Dad?"

Now this is the types of questions that I don't want to answer, The thought of Dad gives me this type of anger and it leads me to thinking about Mom's dead body. I try so hard to cover my bruises with make up and Harry is starting to get suspicious, "Liz? what's wrong? you dazed out again."

"Huh? I'm fine. My dad is still an asshole" I sigh and start playing with Harry's beautiful ringlets.

"Does he still yell at you, Liz?" His beautiful emerald eyes gave me a concerning look. You see, he only knows that My dad yells at me... but he does so much worse ever since my mother has died from cancer. I was just 8 and Harry was 9, Harry was the one who comforted me from the hospital to the funeral service. My dumb ass of a dad did a different way of coping: Alchole. This leads into hitting me, punching me, and touching me in quite uncomfortable places. To be honest, I still love my father, and I pray that he will be back to the funny and loving dad I used to have.

"Y'know, you can stay with us."

"I can't do that, Haz"

"I know I just don't like the idea of you getting hurt" I just gave him my best courteous smile and intertwined my hands with his. Now you thinking that me and Harry have something.. but we are just best friends.. best friends since we are 4 and I can't believe we stocked together for almost 12 years. I thought he would of just leave me but no this idiot kept on appearing in my window at the middle of the night and sometimes has the guts to knock on my door.

"Do you want me to beat him up for you, babe?"

My heart raced at 'babe' but I pushed that aside, " You can't do that Harry, you are too sweet and nice."

He looks somewhat offended," so you like bad boys then?"

"Yeah, I guess"

He tries to chuckle but it sounded more like a forced cough, "I gotta go"

"Wait, where are you going?"

He turns around with the most intense glare and forced a smile," Don't worry, love i'll come by later tonight."

Did I say something wrong? why is he always acting up like this? is this a part of puberty or something?

I hate it when Harry has to go home, that means I have to go home and face the monster that I call my father. I take my time to go up my porch and I slowly open up the door only to find my wasted angry dad with his hand already ready to slap me.

SMACK I feel my head hit the hard corner knocking me out.

~chapter end~