things i can't (l.s)

Chapter 21

Warning: this chapter contains slight elements of sexual abuse. If you are triggered or uncomfortable with this subject, please do not read this chapter. I love you all, please stay safe and reach out for help if you need it. 

Scott's POV: 

We finish dinner and the kid barely scrapes through the rest of his meal. I laugh internally, knowing what my harsh words must've done to him. If only he knew what was in store for him throughout the rest of my days here... 

The kid stands up and brings his plate to the sink where Anne begins washing our dishes. I sit back, light up a smoke and bark for my lady to bring me another drink. The kid's head snaps back to greet me with a glare, then retracts it immediately after my eyes shoot up to meet his. He continues washing the dishes while Anne brings the bottle of whiskey over to me, pouring the liquid into my cup and then retreating back to the sink. I slap her ass hard enough for it to make a noise as she walks away, just to see how the kid would react. I watch him take a deep breath in, closing his eyes sharply as he turns the water off, allowing Anne to finish the last dish. 

He whispers something to Anne and kisses her on the cheek before he trails off into the hallway back to his room.

Harry's POV: 

Just before leaving the kitchen I whisper to my mother, 

"Come and get me if something's up, and if you can't, then scream," I look my mom dead in the eyes after whispering to her and kiss her gently on the cheek. She nods slowly and I almost see a tear peek out of her eye as I begin to disappear into my room. Before I do though, I look back at Scott sitting there, drinking his liquor and watching me exit the room, his eyes never leaving mine before I turn my head to walk down the hallway and up the stairs. 

There is so much anger inside of me now- there's worry, pain, and just- just... anger. I don't know what I am going to do if he hits my mom- or worse. I can't save her in my frail state. I can't protect her or myself from this man. Granted, nothing has happened yet and he could be bluffing when he said all of those things to me but right now, all I want to do is throw up- especially after that whole incident. I just hope to god she listens to me when I say to call for help if she needs it. 

Defeated, I grab some clothes from my drawers and begin to walk to the bathroom for a shower and- well, you know. 

I lay my clothes on top of the bathroom sink and wash my hands. God knows how much of Scott got onto my hands during dinner. I wasn't about to shove these fingers down my throat knowing there could be remnants of him on them. After a very thorough washing of my hands, I play some music to cancel out the noise of me vomiting, then kneel down to the toilet and throw up tonight's meal. It hurts and I cry into the toilet before getting up and getting into the shower. 

At least I'd get to see Louis tomorrow. 

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*the next day*

The morning sun shines through my blinds as my alarm dings, waking me up from a not-so-restful sleep. I wish I could get last night's events out of my head but I just can't- I know my mom doesn't worry about me like I worry about her, but I can't help but think that Scott's intentions aren't as pure as she hopes them to be. I pull on a sweater nonetheless, wincing in pain as it accidentally catches onto my fresh-ish cuts, and head down to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. 

Lou hasn't texted me in a while, but I won't get my hopes up that he will every single day. And I don't know whether to confide in him or not about this whole Scott situation. I don't want him knowing all these shitty things about me- he already knows enough. I guess I will make up my mind when the time is right, but for now, I need to get ready for school.  

I walk downstairs to find my mother in the kitchen preparing breakfast of some sort and I make it a point to tell her how full last night's dinner made me. She offers me breakfast- hash browns, freezer waffles, and strawberries. But I deny her offer and she looks down at the floor in defeat. I think she's made breakfast this morning in order to celebrate a "new family," like she did with dinner last night. I knew that this inspiration for cooking wouldn't last long, and I knew that she was upset that I had denied her breakfast. 

I place my hand on her shoulder and give her a small smile, 

"Why don't I take some to school with me, would that be okay?" 

She looks up at me excitedly and hands me a tupperware to put the food into.

"Thanks, baby," she sighs, smiling a small smile and turns to continue making more breakfast creations. 

I put the food into the tupperware in slight disgust, knowing that I was going to throw it away as soon as I got to school, and turned to walk back upstairs to finish getting ready. Before I made it to the stairs though, I'm greeted with a hungover Scott, smiling lackadaisically at me before shoving me firmly into the wall. 

"Remember what I said yesterday, Harry," his hands sit on my chest, holding me there with no room to move or wriggle out of his grip. His right hand removes itself from my chest and up to my mouth, tracing his fingers over my lips. He pushes away from me, laughing quietly and strolling down the hallway into the kitchen, leaving me with the need to vomit urgently. 

I run to the downstairs bathroom and throw up into the toilet, it's simply stomach acid. What the fuck just happened. The more I think about it, the more I gag into the toilet bowl but before anyone finds me in here, I need to leave. I'm going to be late for school anyway if I don't hurry up... But, I need it. 

I need to cut.