Shades Of Styles

He hits you in front of your daughter

My daughter Emily and I are watching Tv. Her favorite show Sophia the First of course. She knows everything there is to know about this show I swear. She's only 4 and if you ask her how many episodes have aired she can tell you how many have aired, how many re-runs of each episode and how many new episodes have yet to air. 
My husband Harry walks down stairs, from his nap. He takes a nap every day when he gets home because he works so much. 
"How was you nap daddy?" Emily asks him looking away from the tv for the first time since I turned it on. 
"Fine" he sighs running his hands through his thick curls. Emily smiles and looks at the tv. 
"Whats going on Emily" I ask when I don't know why the little boy and Sophia are freaking out. 
"Prince James broke the stain glass window that his daddy made for their mommy" she answers and I nod. 
"Are they going to get it fixed?" I ask, I know she has seen it.
"I don't want to spoil it for it" she answers. 
"Alright" I laugh. 
"Why the hell aren't the damn dishes done (Y/N)!" Harry's voice booms through the house and I push Emily off my lap to see whats wrong with Harry. 
"What?" I ask. 
"You heard me, why aren't the fucking dished done" he anger in his eyes. 
"Would you lower voice. I don't want Emily to hear those words" I snap. 
"No, I don't give a fuck. All I want is a damn dish to eat some food. Can you give me that" 
"You need to calm down Harry....Emily wanted to watch some Tv first. I was going to do them right after" 
"Don't tell me what to do woman" his hand reaches out and smakes me across the face. I grasp my cheek in shock and begin to cry. 
"Daddy? Why did you hurt mommy?" Emily says from behind me. 
"Sweety, mommy's fine" I smile at her still holding my cheek. "Were just playing" I try to laugh so she doesn't get scared. 
"Oh...well quit playing and come back to watch Tv with me" she smiles and goes back to the living room. Bless her innocent little heart. I turn back to Harry, as my face continues to burn so does my anger. When I look at him he looks destroyed, like he had just witnessed his whole family get murdered. 
"(Y/N). I am so sorry. Please forgive me" he reaches out to touch me and I flinch. 
"No, no. What have I done? What have I done?" he asks looking at my cheek. I don't care how much he will apologize, how dare he?
"How dare you Harry? Why the hell did you hit me?! I don't give a fuck how angery you are. You never put your hands on a women. And with our daughter in the next room? Over dishes? I thought you were better Harry...better than him?" the more I talk the more my anger starts to fizzle. How could he, he said he would never be like him. Him being my ex husband who beat me, Harry got me away from him and now he's acting just like that man. 
"(Y/N), I didn't mean it. I swear." he looks as if he is going to cry. 
"Thats what they all say at first. Then you end up bruised in beaten, cause they "didn't mean it". " I put air quotes around "didn't mean it". "I'm not going to end up like it was with Mark. No not again. I will not be beaten and bruised again" I shutter at what I looked like 7 years ago. 
"(Y/N). It will never happen again. I did it out of anger not because I felt like it" tears brim from his eye lids. 
"I don't care Harry." you look at him and then at your daughter laughing at the tv. "If it weren't for her and her being to innocent to understand why we would leave you. I would be gone" I throw my last blow his way and that hits where it hurts, he's full on crying now. I glare at him and walk away but he catches my arm and pulls me to him, kissing me to deeply and passiontaly. He pulls away and looks at me. 
"Would Mark ever do that? Did he love you as much as I do. You can't leave. It was mistake. Hate me if you want, but don't leave me. Please" his voice is full of sadness. 
"Harry-"I  begin to say but he kisses me again. "This is exactly what Mark did. Begged me to stay, lured me in. Told me he wouldn't do it again, each time." I say when he pulls away. 
"But Mark. He didn't love you enough to stop. To take you away from the pain. He didn't love you enough to have a child with you. 7 years ago, you were with a man that you thought loved you when really, he loved to hurt you. He loved the way it sounded when you would scream and beg for mercy not the way it sounded when you said "I love you". He loved the way you looked with brusies all up your arms and legs. Not they way you looked when you are happy...he didn't want you to be happy. He wanted you to be meserable" he sighs. "I want you to be happy. I want you you to tell me you love me. I want you the way you are now. Not what you looked like when you were beaten and defeated. (Y/N), I love you and I'm sorry. I have no words. What just happened was the worst thing I could ever do. I wish I could take it back, but I can't. I'm sorry" he cries and pushes himself into my chest. I pet his hair and smile. 
"Alright Harry...but if you ever do it again. I'm leaving. I'm taking Emily and that will be the last you here from us" I tell him. He moves his eyes up to meet mine, there bloodshot and swollen. 
"i'm sorry" he repeats and I kiss him to keep him from doing it again. 
"Eww, is this the kind of playing you guys were doing in your bedroom 3 days ago?" Emily asks. I pull away and laugh.