You & I (BP Sequel) Harry Styles Love Story

16.

RACHELS POV:

"So what happened?" Megan asked as soon as i was back in bed and Harry sat next to me. 

"What?" we both said

"I know Harry just hit your husband, Thomas. I wanna know why. You can talk to me you know. Im here to help" 

Harry looked up at me and i knew he wanted to tell her but i didnt want to. Thomas would kill me. I knew he would find a way. 

"Are you going to tell her Rachel?" Harry said and i knew by the way he spoke he was still angry. 

"Tell me what?" Megan said curiously. 

"Rachel" Harry said harshly. 

I could feel them both looking at me but i was looking at my hands in my lap. I didnt wanna tell anyone. I didnt really want to tell Harry but he made me. 

"Rachel, ether you tell her or i do" Harry said and i sighed. 

"Fine, go ahead tell her." I said looking up at both of them with tears in my eyes. 

"Harry?" Megan said and Harry went from looking at me to looking at Megan. 

"We were right. Rachel wasnt just clumsy and stabbed herself. Her husband, Thomas stabbed her. Thats why i hit him. His been abusing her this whole time, his a piece of shit." Harry said and Megan gasped. 

"Oh gosh. Rachel, are you okay?" Megan said and came over to the other side of the bed. 

"Im fine" 

"YOUR NOT THOUGH!" Harry shouted straight after i said i was fine. 

Megan was about to say something before i interupted. 

"And how do you know that?" I said glaring at Harry. 

"How can you be fine when youve been abused by Thomas for three years? Youve been beaten so much and we all can tell. Rachel youve got skinnier. You have bruises everywhere and youre so pale. And youve gone back to self harming, like before. We can all tell your not fine" Harry said and even though he was still angry, he said it in the softest voice ever.

He was now holding my hand and sitting bascially next to me on the bed. I had tears streaming down my face and i couldnt stop them. 

"Fine, okay im not fine." I said and Harry pulled me in for one of the biggest hugs, the ones he use to give me all the time. 

"Its fine now Rachel. You have us and nothing will happen. Thomas will get what he deserves." Harry said and i hugged him tighter. 

"Rachel, we'll need you to talk to the police about this" Megan said as i pulled away from Harry. 

"Can Harry be there with me?" I asked

"You'll have to ask the police but im use it will be fine" Megan said before going off to call the police to come right away.

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"Hello Rachel, Im officer Hughes, and this is officer Smallbow. We're here to ask you some questions" A tall man, probably around 6ft, spoke. He looked middle aged and so did the women next to him.

"Is it alright if Harry stays with me for this?" I said as Officer Smallbow asked Megan to leave. 

"Yes thats fine Miss Lee." Officer Hughes said. 

I sat more up right on the bed with Harry sitting in the chair next to me, holding my hand for support. The officers were standing at the end of my bed with a note book in both of there hands. 

"So, to start off why are you here in the hospital Miss Lee?" 

"Thomas stabbed me in my lower gut but he told the hospital i was clumsy and did it myself." 

"Okay and who is Thomas?" 

"My husband that my dad forced me to marry three years ago" 

"Do you like him, Thomas that is?"

"No i dont."

"Okay, do you like your dad?" 

"No i dont" 

"Okay." Officer hughes said after writing some more down in his note book. Then Officer Smallbow started asking questions. 

"Rachel, Megan said that youve been abused by Thomas more than once. Is this right?" 

I looked at Harry who sqeezed my hand for encouragment.

"Yea he has."

"How long exactly has he been abusing you?" 

"A couple months after the wedding, so probably 2 and a half years" I said remembering he didnt start abusing me till a couple months after the wedding. 

"Okay and could you tell us about when and how he abuses you, just start from the beginning."

I swallowed the lump in my throat before talking. 

"Thomas didnt let me get a job. He said i had to be a house wife. Do the cooking and cleaning. He would go to work early in the morning and not come home till 5 or 6. I would clean the house and then make dinner for when he comes home. When he comes home though he always pushes me against the walls. He would lift me up by my neck. My feet wouldnt be able to touch the floor and he was basically strangling me. But he would always drop me to the floor just before i ran out of breathe. Some days i would just wish he would actually strangle me till i stopped breathing but he wouldnt. It was like he loved beating me..." Harry sqeezed my hand tight and i knew he was getting angry and upset about this story. "...He would slap me round the face all the time and kick me in my stomach until i started choking. But the werid this was the week before he stabbed me, he never layed a hand on me. He called me names still and said i was fat and thats when i started to stop eating. Then out of no where he came home drunk but when i slapped him, he sobered a bit. He wasnt slurring and thats when he got a knife out the draw. He had beaten me till i hardly could move on the floor. Then he came towards and stabbed me. I blacked out after that and woke up here. Alive. I thought i was finally dead." I finished and i looked at Harry and saw the hurt and anger in his eyes. I has tears streaming down my face but i didnt dare wipe them away. 

"Thank you Rachel. Dont you worry now. We will be questioning Thomas down at the station and then he will be going down for a while." Officer Hughes said before both him and Officer Smallbome left. 

"Harry..." I trailed off, sqeezing his hand which was still in mine.

I was now fully facing him and he looked up from looking at the floor. I saw he had tears in his eyes but none of them were spilling. I saw hurt in his eyes with only a little but of anger now.

"You really wanted to die?" He said looking right into my eyes and i sighed. 

"Yes i did. At the time. I mean i didnt have anyone. Thomas would beat me and my dad would just watch and do nothing about it. Then they both wouldnt let me see or talk to my mum often. I was alone. I didnt have a job or friends. I didnt know what else i could do. Everytime he would beat me i would just hope that i would black out and not wake up again but that never happened. Then you came back into my life. That day with you and the boys was the most i had laughed or smiled in 3 years. When you came back i thought maybe i didnt want to die, not yet. But with Thomas still beating it was the only way out, it seemed that way anyway, Im sorry Harry but right now. I dont think im ready to die just yet" I finished and Harry hugged me tight. 

"Im sorry too" Harry said 

That night we laid in the small hospital bed together talking and laughing. Everything seemed perfect, almost. One thing was missing. That Harry wasnt mine. He was Phoebes now. 

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