Psycho | Jarry

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• h a r r y •

we drove back to jade's house to pick up some things. she still hadn't told me about the bruises on her arms and eyes, but i was planning on getting that out of her tonight.

her sleepy state was one i could take advantage of, but only because it benefitted her. i didn't want her living in fear because of whatever was hurting her.

pulling up her drive, i turn off the engine because i didn't know how long she was going to be. she looks over at me with wide eyes, and i couldn't help myself before i was leaning in to press a kiss on her inviting lips.

"i'll try be as quick as i can," she says, inhaling heavily. she breathes back out through her mouth and opens the door, leaving me with thoughts as to why she was so nervous about going into her own home.

and then it hits me.

"that fucking bastard," i roar, slamming the car door shut and making it shake. i run up the stairs to her house, banging on the door relentlessly. i didn't want jade to open it, but she was probably already packing her things.

it all makes sense now. the bruises when she came to mine after being at home for a few days. the marks that littered her arms and legs that day in the library. that was her escape rout from the place she should've felt the safest.

and the night that she would mutter in her sleep as she tossed and turned in my arms. dad, get off. stop it! her cries were quiet, but still audible. and that's all that was running through my mind as a middle aged man opened the door, his smirk fading from his lips as i launched my fist at his face.

"you son of a bitch!" i mutter, pounding his face repeatedly until the red i was seeing was not just me being blinded with anger. blood poured from his nose and he spat it out of his disgusting mouth.

grabbing his hand, i bend his fingers back all the way and watch as his face scrunches into a painful expression.

"see these fingers? you won't be laying them on her again once i'm finished with you!" i seethe in his face.

"i don't know what you're talking about," he chokes out, red faced and teary eyed. boo-fucking-hoo.

"you know exactly what i'm talking about! how dare you put your hands on a girl, my girl specifically. you should be ashamed of yourself, using your daughter as a punching bag."

the image of jade laying on the floor with tears spilling down her beautiful face as her dad towers over her, makes me even angrier, if that was possible.

pushing him backwards into a wall, i manage to wrap my hands around his throat. i didn't care anymore, i wanted this man dead.

"harry!" the small, soft voice makes me flinch, yet i never tear my hands away. i look into his brown eyes, a shit colour. they didn't shine like my jade's, i wanted to pick them out with a pen.

before i got the chance to hurt him just half as much as i wanted to, i see the eyes of an angel replace his. jade had stepped in front of him before i could punch him.

she's so fucking selfless.

"lets just go," she whispers, her face emotionless. yet despite that, i don't regret anything.