saved my smile (A Harvey Mills Fanfic)

Heartache

I sat on my bed with my hands through my hair, crying my eyes out, praying that they would stop. I even stood up and shut my bedroom door, but the sound of glass breaking, tables falling, and the sound of my dads shouting and my mums screaming, was still as loud as before. I couldnt take it anymore, knowing that my mum was down there, being beaten up. I had to go down and check she was okay.

I walked down the stairs, my legs trembling with fear, and walked into the kitchen where my dad had my mum pressed up against the wall, with his hand clutching her kneck. She had blood dripping from her nose onto the floor and bruises on her face, and the longer he had hold of her kneck, the more colour drained from her face, but neither of them had noticed I was there until I shouted out of nowhere, "dad, let go of her,"

My mum tried her best to look over at me, still in his grip, and she looked terrified, "no issy, go upstairs," she said, sounding horribly in pain, "issy, go upstairs," she repeated, as my dad looked at me, like he was abouts to kill me. He let go of my mum, and she dropped to the floor, whacking her head on the cupboard, and laying there, silently crying.

"mum," i yelled, running over to her to see if she was ok, and through tears, she spoke up again..

"Issy, im fine, please, just go upstairs," she said, sounding terrified as she looked towards my dad who was walking towards me and stood right over me staring, "Issy," my mum spoke again, "please,"

"Listen to your useless mother, you little bitch. Upstairs. NOW," my dad spoke, but i just stared up at him, not moving, and surprising myself, as I had always been scared of him, and cried whenever he shouted at me. I still stayed there, regardless of him shouting, but wasn't prepared for what he did.

He raised his foot of the ground, and before I had time to move, he shot his foot straight into my head, knocking me over, and i banged my head badly and had blood pouring from my nose. Regardless of my mums injuries, she still got up and ran across the floor, "Issy, Issy, are you okay," and i nodded slightly, feeling sick, and then blacked out.

I woke up in the hospital, and though I had hit my head, it can't have been that severe because I remembered exactly what had happened, but still asked.

"you fell down the stairs honey," the nurse told me, and i knew that that's what my mum had told her, "but your okay now,"

"yes," i said, "I'm fine," and after doing a few tests on my head to make sure I had no major injuries, they let me and my mum go.

I didn't talk to my mum all the way down the stairs of the hospital floors, or as we walked out of the door, or even as we walked across the car park, and got into the car. It was only when she started the car and began to drive that she must have noticed something was wrong.

"honey, are you okay," she said, and for a while I continued to ignore her, but eventually said what was on my mind.

"why did you tell them I fell down the stairs," i said, quietly but sounding annoyed.

"honey, you know exactly why," she started, looking at me, "if I told them what really happened, they would get social services involved,"

"yeah," i said, "you tell me that all the time. You've always told me the same thing, but maybe thats what we need. They aren't going to take me away if they see what he is doing to us, and he's never going to go anywhere if we keep lying about what goes on."

My mum said nothing. She just stared at me, in disbelief, but part of me could see that she knew i wasn't wrong.

I knew i had already said one point, but i had never spoken up like this before, and now I had started, I couldn't stop, " and now what's gonna happen," i continued and my mum looked at me, "we're gonna go back home to him, and its all gonna start again,"

"i know darling," she said, and said nothing else and i looked at her in disbelief.

"you know," i said, questioning her useless answer, "that's not what your supposed to say mum. It should be, yeah darling, your right, why don't we go to auntie Karen's for a bit and clam down, but nooo," and neither of us spoke after this.

We got back to our house, where my dad, it makes me feel sick to call him that, was stood in the hallway. He gave us both a dirty look before shouting, " im going to the pub, " and walking out of the door, slamming it so hard that me and my mum both flinched..............

A/N: so unlike my other story, it will be a few chapters until we meet Harvey, but ye. Sorry if this hits close to home for some people. Also by the way I'm still updating 'my type of guy' and I'm currently working on a chapter 😁😁👌🏻❤️