Breaking Slowly // h.s. au

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Six

*Elsie*

Songs-

One Last Time- Jaymes Young

Oblivion- Bastille

I Need You- M83

I take a deep breath and stand. My eyes are closed but I can feel Alex getting closer and his little gang is trailing behind him.

"Oh Elsie, Elsie, Elsie." He shakes his head before colliding his fist to my abdomen. I kneel to try and recollect myself but not in time to protect myself from his boot colliding with my knee. I squeeze my eyes shut but don't make a sound. I'm sitting- trying to pull myself together when Alex drags me by my hair back to standing position.

He doesn't let go of my hair though. Oh no- he clenches his fist more and pulls it so I'm angled up.

"This is why you don't skip." His fist collides with my eye.

Everything is black for a second but I blink and it comes back- unfortunately...

"Resilient today are we?" He smirks before wrapping his hands around my throat and pressing his thumbs down on my wind pipe.

The blood from just under my eye mixes with my tears as they run down my cheeks.

I sputter under his grip and look up at the leaves. Then at the one person who promised me the world and ended up giving me hell.

His eyes are glazed and his jaw is clenched but as soon as my eyes meet his he looks away. I can do this. I can let go.

"Alex mate that's-," Harry's voice isn't comforting at all right now.

"What Harry?" Alex groans.

"Just- why- fuck never mind." My heart snaps.

"What are you going on about Styles?" Alex looks at him but he still has a death grip on my neck.

"Let her go- she'll die." He says weakly.

I can feel my eyes fluttering closed but as soon as I'm just nearly there Alex lets me go.

"Do you really think I would let you die?" He asks. I sputter for the new found air, "Why would I go to jail for something like you?"

He stands and brushes off his jeans. With one nod of his head they're all flooding from the willow tree.

"Harry you coming?" Jane's annoying voice speaks through the silence.

"I'll catch up with you." He says steadily.

I try to regain some sort of breath but my throat feels like it's caved in. When I can finally breathe a bit I'm wheezing and my heavy eye lids are fighting against the light.

Don't pass out.

Don't pass out.

I don't want to look at Harry. I don't want to be reminded of his existence. I feel around the soft ground under me in hopes of burying myself but no I can't. I'm stuck. As soon as I sit up my head is pounding and everything is fuzzy. I successfully get to my feet but I have to hold onto the tree for support because my knee is killing me.

I don't want to look down but it's inevitable.

A stream of blood runs down my sore knee. He kicked me in the side of the knee but with those fucking boots it hurt like a bitch. My ribs make it hard to breathe along with my nearly crushed wind pipe. My eyes is throbbing and blood is running over my previously damaged cheek.