The Truth Beneath The Smile (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2

I close my eyes swallowing all my fears. In this exact moment I realised that my hatred for this man overpowers any hatred I have ever felt towards any other human being before. After spending the last year and a half in fear because of this worthless alcoholic I have become weak and vulnerbale. He left mark after mark on my body from pure hate the scars still remain and so do the haunting memories. He may have taking my dignity, ripped my heart apart and taking every amount of strength I had but he will not take my life.

I hear his loud, heavy footsteps coming closer to me. I feel the sweat appearing on my back. What if this really was the end. There is so much I still want to do in life. So much I still haven't accomplished. I feel his hot breath on my soft, warm skin. My eyes immediately dart open. He's bend down on his knees next to me the sharp, deathly weapon lying next to him.

"You know I wouldn't have to do this if you only loved me the way I love you and didn't try and leave me."

He always does this he has his ways of blaming everything on me. He manipulates people into thinking I am some physcotic woman to make sure no one will try and contact me. He turns people against me and even tries to make myself hate the person that I am. So that he can have all the power. The type of power that will destroy me.

"I wouldn't try and leave If you didn't give me a reason to." I truthfully respond.

"Your just to juvenile to admit to your mistakes. My love for you is unconditional. Yet you always go all out your way to create a big problem which makes me loose my temper. Do you think I like doing this?" He says dragging his sharp nails across my bare stomach.

"Maybe if you tried to show your love towards me more often I wouldn't have to run. How do you think I feel when you come in drunk and physically hurt me. These, all these." I say pointing to the marks across my stomach. "Were all made by you. All because you can't control your anger. You madly obsess over me not loving you enough. Why would I ever care for a man that beats me till I can't see straight anymore. You care about no one but yourself. Your a selfish bastard." My screams and sobs fill the room and by his expression I wish I had lay here in complete silence.

He slowly stands to his feet. His face is bright red steaming with anger. I need to run I have to get out of here. The look he has on his face is never a good sign. He always has this exact look when he is going to hurt me.

"Selfish Bastard." He repeats the words I called him only moments ago. "You need to learn to respect me. You worthless piece of shit."

He bends down to pick the knife up this is it it's now or never. I kick my legs as hard as my body allows me. Loud moans fall from my lips as the angry, abusive, alcoholic stumbles to the ground dropping the knife. I force my body of the ground and just as I am making my way out the room. He grabs my leg.

"You can't get away from me. I always win." He yells.

I start to panic and do the only thing I can think of doing. I slowly bend down my hands shake as I grab the knife of the blood stained floor. Before the intoxicated man can get back to his feet. I close my eyes feeling the tears falling hard against my cheeks. Do I really want to do this? I have to it's my only way out of this place. Without another thought loud screams and gasps fall from my lips as I hit the knife right through his dark toned shirt and into his pale skinned stomach. His face goes pale and his mouth falls open as he winces, screams, cries in pain.

"Goodbye Kevin." I softly mumble as I race out the kitchen.