Abused by Styles (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 2- The Neighbors

"Your thighs look like thunder thighs in that dress." My father slurred as he slapped my shoulder. I sighed in response, immediately regretting my actions.

"What did you just do?" My father yelled, slapping my shoulder in the same spot.

"I'm sorry, father." I said, trying to sound as calmly as possible.

"You better be. If you do one single thing wrong, you will be punished severely. Understand?" He shrieked.

The short walk to Harry's house was torture. My Father couldn't hit or slap me here, since a nosy neighbor would catch him so he was awkwardly silent. When he didn't abuse me, he didn't know what to do.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome!" Anne cheerfully said, as we approached their front yard. Robin greeted with her at the door, smiling warmly. Harry was no where to be seen.

"Anne! Robin! How are you?" My father said, trying his best not to seem drunk.

"We are great! Marisa, Harry is in the backyard. Why don't you go join him?" Anne said, as Robin placed an arm across her shoulder.

"Sounds great!" I lied, trying my best to give a convincing smile. I walked slowly to the backyard, knowing exactly where it was from years before. I immediately spotted Harry lounging on the swing, staring peacefully at the sky.

"Harry." I awkwardly said, finding no other words to say.

"Marisa." Harry whispered. I dragged my feet to the swing next to him.

"You still have these swings, huh?" I giggled, remembering all the times we shared on these swings as kids and early teenagers.

"How could we get rid of them?" Harry said, throwing a light punch, jokingly. I flinched at his touch and regretted my actions all at once. He just stared at me with eyes full of pity for a few seconds, either of us unable to move.

"Erm...what are those?" He pointed at the red marks from my father. "I'm pretty sure I didn't give those to you."

"Nothing." I quickly said, "Why weren't you there after school...to you know.." I stumbled upon my words, desperately trying to change the subject.

"It was nothing." Harry said, using my words.

I looked at Harry, staring intently into his emerald eyes. There was a silence but it wasn't an awkward silence, it was a peaceful silence. And for a moment there, I always forgot he was my bully.