Society.

Chapter 11

Anna's POV

The car ride was quite fun. We never ran out of conversations.

I didn't tell him about my self harm or anything. I didn't want to push a guy like him away.

When I was with him, I forgot everything. I was happy again.

He gave me a peck on my cheek as I left the car. "I'll be here for you whenever you need me." He said. "You can trust me."

He hugged me and gave me a scrunched up piece of paper. I looked at him and took it.

As I walked towards my front door, he honked the car horn. "I'll come round tomorrow to see how your doing."

"Sure!" I said and walked into the house.

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I walked into the front room and saw another note.

Anna, we were home but you weren't there. We have gone to your Nan's for the weekend in Brighton. I have said that your boyfriend Jake can come round. And he will probably be round really early on Saturday (tomorrow). ~mum

Doesn't she know Jake broke up with me? and now he's coming here. After what he did.

My life is over, he could kill me.

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I woke up at about 5 in the morning with banging at the door. Who the hell would be knocking on my door at 5 in the morning?!?!

It was Jake.

"What are you doing here?" I said

"Your mum invited me." He answered

He barged through me, raiding the fridge.

"You can't just take our stuff." I screamed.

"I can do whatever I want. I'm the guest!" he demanded.

"I'm going back to bed." I stated as I left him to eat.

I woke up around 10 AM and as I walked out of my bedroom door, Jake grabbed me round my knees and took me down the stairs with my head hitting every step as he walked.

"What the hell, Jake?" I cried holding the back of my head.

He shoved me on the floor and kicked me in my rib cage.

As if on cue, Harry came barging through the door. "Get off her!" he shouted.

Harry was musclier and bigger than Jake. I could tell Jake was scared because he stopped kicking me and just stared at Harry by the door.

"What was that?" Harry screamed.

"I... I umm nothing." Jake replied.

"I just saw what you did. Get out!" Harry shouted. Jake was still stuck statue still. "I SAID GET OUT!" Harry screamed.

Without a moments thought, Jake was running down the street.

"Anna are you okay?" Harry asked. "Where does it hurt?"

It hurt to speak so I just pointed to my stomach. He took my top off so I was just in my bra and leggings.

The cuts were still open on my tummy. I also had black and purple bruises everywhere. His eyes were glazed and he wouldn't say anything.

He looked up at me. "It's going to get better. You don't need to harm your beautiful skin."

"It.. it wasn't me." I whispered. "He-he... knife.... stab..... me.."

Anger flashed through his eyes and then he calmed down, his face full of sympathy. "Your so skinny!" he commented.

"I..im sorry." I whispered.

"Don't be. Your beautifully perfect." He whispered back.

He looked up and down my arms and ran his fingers over them. I flinched when he reached the raw ends of my fingers to hold my hand. He let go and inspected them.

He looked at me and I looked back. He hugged me tight and whispered in my ear "I will never let anyone hurt you again. I love you."

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I've been left alone for about 4 hours. I've been crying for about 6. Does Harry love me? No that's stupid.

I mean who would love a girl with scars anyway?

It's so confusing.

The words Harry said kept playing in my head. "Your too beautiful to harm yourself."

But I'm not. I'm not beautiful. I'm an ugly anorexic bitch. No way an I beautiful.

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Harry's POV

I'm such a coward. I left Anna crying. How stupid!

She even looked beautiful crying.

I can't believe that jerk Jake. If he carries on, I reckon he will kill her. I bet he's fine with that. But I'm not fine at all!

Why would he hate such a girl?

She is beautiful. I wish she could love me back but I don't think she does. I love her.

God dammit, I love her. I love everything about her. I love her pale-Snow White skin and how all her bones are on show and how different she is to all the other girls. I love her frizzy hair. I love the fact that she isn't perfect to anyone else, but she's perfect to me. I love her everything.

I should tell her that I've got anger problems and that I'm not perfect. I should, but I can't. She might leave me. I don't want to lose the first girl I've ever loved.