You & I (BP Sequel) Harry Styles Love Story

6.

RACHELS POV:

When i woke up Thomas had gone. Im surprise he didnt wake me up and beat me. Or get me to do him his breakfast or anything. But im glad he didnt. I still hurt from last night. I could swear it was getting worst. That he would beat me worst and worst everytime. 

I slowly got up from the bed holding my stomach as it still ached. I sat at the edge of the bed for a couple of minutes before going into the bathroom to have a shower. 

After my shower i felt a little bit better. The warm water helped the bruising come out a bit more so they didnt hurt as much as they did. 

Right now i was standing in my bra and knickers looking at the mirror which was just unsteaming from the shower. 

I looked awful. I didnt look like myself. I looked like a completely different person. I had bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep. I had bruises up my legs, arms and stomach. I even had bruises on both of my cheeks now since last night, from when Thomas slapped me twice. I looked skinner than i was 3 years ago. Partly because i have made myself throw up a couple times when Thomas called me fat or something. Or maybe because i dont eat as much as i use too because im scared if Thomas will say anything. He did once. The first time he saw how much i ate, he shouted at me. Called me fat and said i shouldnt be eating that much and should have smaller meals. Which of course my dad argue too as well and since then, they've made sure i have small meals. Looking back at my reflection in the mirror, i could see the scars, old and new. They were on both my wrists and my thighs. I even had some on my hips. They looked disgusting. Its why i wear bracelets and cover my legs. I hate them. They look horrible and just remind me how weak i am. I still remember when Harrys mum, Anne told me that i wasnt weak for self harming. That i was the strongest person she knew. That i had been through so much and still tried to be happy. That people break now and then and my way of breaking was self harming. That i wasnt alone. But the thing is, i dont believe it. I didnt believe it then and i dont believe it now. All that my scars remind me off, is how weak i am. That i cant stand up for myself. That i cant be happy anymore. 

Before i knew it i was reaching for the piece of metal that had became my best friend through these years. My hand shaked as i brought it to my wrist and pierced the skin open. Continuing this on my thighs and hips a couple times as well. 

I stood there looking at my reflection. Blood dripping from my wrists to the floor. Blood from my hips and thighs running down my skin. I took one last look at the girl i dont recognise anymore before cleaning up my cuts and getting changed. 

I was wearing a long sleeved grey top with leggings and a white cardigan. Sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea in my hands not paying any attention to what was playing on the tv. 

I was soon knocked out off my thoughts by a knock at the door. I looked down at my now cold cup of tea before putting it to the side and getting up. Who could be at the door? It wouldnt be Thomas because he would just come him, he has a key. Plus his at work so he wouldnt be home until 5 or even later. I turned the nob on the door and slowly opened it revealing a smiling Harry. 

Shit! I forgot. Harry texted me last night about hanging out today and i said yea. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was indeed 10 o'clock. The time we said we would met. 

"You forgot?" Harry said as i looked back at him. 

"Yea sorry had a lot on my mind, come in" I said moving out the way for him to walk in. He followed me to the kitchen as i made myself another cup of tea. "Tea?" I asked and he nodded. 

"So whats been on your mind?" He asked as we sat on the kitchen island with our teas. 

"What?" I asked confused.