Untouchable

Chapter 13

Harish looks down at the ground. 

"Just please don't get mad at her. It's my fault" Harish says. 

"I know my daughter. She would never have done this." My dad says. 

He looks really mad. 

"Dad, please don't hurt him. He didn't force me." I shout. 

"Oh, I wanna do more than that!" My dad shouts. 

In a single move, he takes his belt off and starts to hit Harish. 

"NOOOOOO!!!!! DAD! PLEASE! STOP!" I shout. 

I try to run over there, but my mum stops me. He holds me back.

Harish starts to get bruises and scares. Tears run out.

"NOOOOO! DAD STOOOOP. YOU'RE HURTING HIM!" i shout. 

My dad doesn't listen. 

He keeps hitting him with his belt. Lastly, he gives him a slap across his face. He falls to the ground. He turns around, and i see half his face bleeding.

"OH MY GOD!!" I scream. 

My mum finally let's go of me. I run over to Harish and hugs him. 

"Get away from him!" My dad shouts. 

"No, no..no...please!" I shout as my dad takes one of my arms. I quickly get up.

"I never wanna see you anywhere near my daughter again, understood?!!!" My dad shouts in his face. 

Harish groans. 

"I ASKED YOU SOMETHING?!!!" My dad shouts. 

"Hm...." he groans. 

He tries to get up, but he keeps falling. 

I try to run over to him and help him, but my dad grabs my hand. 

He shakes his head. 

My mum comes up beside me, and then she walks closer to Harish.

"Pack your things. You have to be out before dawn!" My mum shouts. 

"No....mum please don't do this! Please!" i shout at her. 

1 week later...

Everything seemed depressing. I wasn't going out with friends, or inviting them over. I locked myself in the room, and only came out when i had to eat. Everything in me was broken. I kept looking at the only picture I had of  Harish and I. A picture where he, and I was smiling standing in the beautiful pavilion. I cried myself to sleep every day because of him. 

As for my parents, they tried everything to make me feel better. They didn't care about him. They only cared about making me feel better. They tried ignoring the fact that Harish, and I had something. But it still seemed like they were mad at me, but they just held it in them. Trying not to make a big deal out of it. 

We were sitting around the table eating brunch. 

I wasn't eating anything. I couldn't get myself to eat. I 

"So...how was school yesterday?" My mum asks and looks at my dad. 

My mum looked at my dad and gave him an expression to say something. 

"It was fine...i guess," i say. 

My throat was dry. Having not talked to anyone in a long time had its advantages.