clean slate (on hold)

chapter 1

A small boy with unkept hair and baggy clothing clinging to his frail body sat hunched in a small corner of his very empty room, like literally apart from two mattresses and a few old drawers...there was nothing, not one toy laid upon the floor that is supposed to be a child's bedroom.

Walls where damp as anything and showed mold growing up the walls, carpet tattered and stained, curtains and blinds hung loosely, far too gone to be repaired. Bedroom door looking as if it's been through hell, which it probably has.

This is a hell hole.

The boy who is hunched up away from the world is none other than little ten year old Harry Styles, who unfortunately lives with his abusive father who comes home every night drunk out of his head. Harry hated it and often more than not hunched himself up in a corner of his room as his father laid abuse after abuse at him. All physical, mental and emotional

"You spineless idiotic son of bitch!" the drunken man would shout spitting every word in the young boys face. This is nothing new as having four years of this abuse Harry had grown accustomed to it, though that still didn't change the fact that he cried every night for someone to come and save him or take him away...but of course his cries of distress and pleases proves futile as nothing ever happens.

Nothing nice ever happened to him.

Harry wished he could go out and play in the garden like he used to do, or actually have a father and son relationship like he once remembered having....but since his mother moved out after having a major break, his dad Des hasn't been the same since and radically changed tenfold when he saw a letter come through his letter box, it being the divorce papers from Anne. That in itself had been the last straw for Des and immediately dragged Harry into it and before anyone new it, Harry became Des's punching bag.

"You fucker! You wet the bed again? Too lazy now are we to go to the bathroom at night time? Your fucking ten years old grow up!" Des tormented one morning, this being the usual morning ritual. Harry shook in fear, he hadn't meant to of wet the bed....it just happens, which thanks to the abuse he's suffered and having regular nightmares....wetting the bed pays the price for it.

"Over my knee boy, time for your punishment!" Harry didn't waste any time in pulling his wet clothing down in order for his so called Dad to spank his bottom raw.

He knew better than to disobey.

Des roughly pulled Harry over his lap and rained painful smacks on his son's backside, though no matter how much Harry cried or struggled Des wouldn't stop or ease up on how hard he's hitting. "You little brat! Good for nothing, son of a bitch! Learn to use the bathroom at night not use your fucking bed mattress! That cost thirty pound and no way in hell am I buying a new one! Now go start on your jobs before I really do something I regret!" Harry pulled his wet things back up his waist and hurried off to go start on his morning chores before his Dad could do anything else bad to him.

The man followed soon after, going to the fridge to get a bottle of beer and sitting down in his usual chair to watch the sports channel.

Poor Harry is doing all the housework, wincing every time his Dad shouted at the T.V...he hated loud noises or any sort of screaming/shouting.

Once Harry did his round of chores, he went back to his empty room and laid on his stained mattress, arms folded behind his head thinking of what life would have been like if his Mum hadn't called it quits and his dad didn't become the man Harry sees every day. Would he of had his Mum's blueberry pancakes for breakfast when he wanted? Would he get cuddles and kisses at night? Harry didn't know, but all he did know is thanks to his Mum leaving him here, his Dad is making his life a living hell.