Secrets - [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 1

After Harry’s mother, Martha, left, Harry’s father became more abusive over Harry. Harry had to live alone with his father, Dean, for another four awful years of abuse and hate. There was never a time when Dean told Harry that he loved him. All over Harry’s body were scars from Dean beating Harry nonstop. Harry never wore shorts sleeved clothing or anything because he didn’t want anyone, not even his closes friends, to know about Dean. One day, Harry walked home from school not noticing that a boy from his school followed him. All night, Harry’s friend watched as Harry’s father beat Harry as he let out a cry. The boy called the police about the beating and right when they took Dean away and was never to see Harry again. Harry lived at friend's house until he got visit in August from a couple of guys from the children service who told him that he was going to live with an older woman who had no children. Harry did not argue with the men.

As soon as Harry packed his bag, they were off to a town called Doncaster. They got to an old, wooden house and a woman outside of the house, smiling. Harry grabbed his bags as he got out of the black car but not even two seconds of walking, the woman gave Harry a nice, warm hug. The woman told Harry welcome home and how glad she was to have a kid become her family but Harry gave a nice smile. Harry wanted to tell the woman thanks and how wonderful the house was but he couldn’t. The men told the woman that Harry was a mute because of an accident. The woman looked at Harry with a sad look then into a smile which confused Harry, not knowing if that was a good or a bad look.

After an hour of talking, the men finally left the house, leaving Harry with this woman named Anne. Anne showed Harry around the house from the kitchen to his room upstairs. Harry walked into his room with a smile on his face, I’m going to like it here.

Harry unpacked his bags, fixed his bed, put picture of him and Trever next to his bedside then soon after he fixed his room, he walked around the house. The house was huge. It had two bathrooms, four bedrooms, a kitchen, living room, a full basement and a porch. Harry looked at the calendar that hung in the kitchen to see that he starts school in two days.

Great, school. Hopefully this school would be better than my other one, probably not, Harry said to himself.

Harry walked up back to his room to see Anne looking at his pictures by his bed. Harry, slowly, walked to his bed and sat next to Anne, looking at the picture.

Anne grabbed a notebook and pen and wrote, You look like you had a great family!

You don’t know half of the story of that family…

It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me about that story yet, I’ll wait for you.

Anne put the notebook next to Harry and kissed his forehead goodnight then walked out of the room. Harry laid down, looked at the white ceiling and thought, “Maybe my life is getting better.” Harry then drifted to sleep but what Harry does not know is that his life may not be as easy as he thought. “Hi Harry, did you miss me?”