Bondage- (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 7

Small Update:
I AM thinking of changing up my book cover, but eh, that's the last thing on my mind over the topic. But I've noticed for a while now that you can add in GIFs or other media between each chapter, so I'll start doing that as well! Like I said before school and soccer can get in the way, but I'll update as much as I can (:
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*Clara's POV*

I began to tremble; what was he going to tell me? I haven't even gotten used to my surroundings, literally we just walked into the door.

"Tell me. My whole family? Or-" I stiffened while Harry grudgingly stood there.

"Your grandmother. The rest of your family is at home, but your grandmother is in the hospital over some.. er- "conflict" in between a guard back at the train pickups." Harry sighed.

Why would he tell me this unless it must be really that bad? I began to tear up knowing my grandma would most likely try to argue with a guard. God, damn!

"Well holy shit is she alright?!" I became intense and angry at the thought of this whole problem, this whole world, my life, just ugh.

"She's in a small, little coma.." Harry nervously cheesed.

Okay, I'm done.

"Clara?-" "Get out. Now." I interrupted pointing to the door hiding my face beneath my sorrows.

"Y-you can't speak to me like that, little girl." Harry stiffened.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

"It's YOUR fault my family and the rest of the society is in this mess! What the hell is wrong with all of you?!" I cried. My grandma and mother told me to never go off a vampire like that, but oops. No regrets Clara. No regrets.

Harry's eyes grew dark red, and it looked like he was about to blow off. He violently stormed out, with a huge shattering sound as if he broke a vase of some sort.

I slammed the door feeling like I was some troubled teenager that just fought with an ex boyfriend or annoying father.

I threw myself on the bed and sobbed in the pain of it all. This life isn't fair. It never was. Those vampires were what took my father away permanently from me at the age of four, and I witnessed it all. I can still remember the facial features of that vampire, but I just can't put my finger on who it was.

I slammed my fists onto the desk, but knowing that won't do much harm from my situation. My hatred and regrets grew more sour at the vampires. I'll never forgive any of them, and it doesn't matter who.

I was silenced by a sudden soft knock at the door, knowing that it wasn't Harry's.

"Hello? Madam, may I come in?" the feminine voice quietly questioned.

With no answer, slowly the door opened to an older lady dressed in clothing as if she was a maid.

"Darling, what is wrong?" she asked stroking my back silently.

"N-nothing." I slowly jerked away from her sudden sign of affection towards a stranger like me.

"My name is Susie, may I ask what is yours?" Susie slowly smiled.

"Clara." I said while rubbing my eyes.

"Clara, what a lovely name. I'm glad Harry chose a beautiful girl like you." Susie smiled.
Yeah, I'm not feeling too glad that I got chosen for anything though anyways.

"Harry went off outside in the garden, I bet he was a little angry over something. I also heard a vase break from upstairs, someone was in a flunk." Susie silently giggled, leading towards me feeling a sign of relief.