In Love With My Bully - Harry Styles (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 11 - Three Years Too Late (e)

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Chapter 11

Three Years Too Late

Maria's POV

'And hold you right where you belong. Every word I say is true, this I promis-'

Ugh. I love NSYNC but I didn't need to listen to them at half six in the morning. But I realised something.

I had been raped.

Tears slipped out on my cheek as I looked at my reflection. I was even more of a failure now. I stepped in the shower and let the warm water hit my body. I got out and put a pair of black skinny jeans and purple t-shirt. I went downstairs and saw my parents. They were both sympathetic about... my situation.

'Maria honey. Why don't you put some makeup on?' My mother asked, a little dauntingly, while I poured some orange juice in a glass.

'She doesn't need it. You look beautiful, darling.' My dad said. I smiled at him and took a long gulp of my juice.

'But if you don't want to go to school, just for tonight, it's fine.' He said.

'No. I want to go.' I said curtly and left. I checked the mirror and realized; this time I had done something different. I hadn't put any make up on. All my scars were on full show. I couldn't care less. I was just dragging my useless self through my useless and stupid life. Everyone says 'you should be grateful to your life' but why? Why should I? Has there been anyone or anything that makes my life worth living? No.

But then I remembered Harry. He used to make me feel as if I was running on water. I loved that feeling. Then yesterday, he kissed me. I loved that feeling too. There were sparks and fireworks. Everything...

I could hear gasping as I walked through the school gates. I glanced over to the populars but I wished I hadn't. There I saw Amy and Harry playing tonsil tennis.

I felt betrayed for the millionth time. I guess I should be used to it by now. My heart was shattered. My brain was ringing 'get a grip, girl'. But how could I? Everything was broken. My will and strength to live was completely drained from me. I walked into the toilets and into the cubicles. I took out a compass from my pencil case. I know I said I wasn't a cutter. But screw that! I glided the cold metal on my skin. Blood oozed out. It was a good thing.

Demented whores like me deserve this.

I walked back out the toilets and started to walk to my locker.

'Maria! Maria wait!' Someone was shouting. There pushing past the crowd of people was Liam. Liam?

'Yes?' I whispered. I got goose bumps on my arms and my heart was beating like mad, waiting for the slap or the comment that would kill me a tiny bit more.