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Chapter 1

Harry's POV:

Listen to the voices. 

I have to.

Bad things happen if I don't.

Listen to Derrick.

I have to.

Bad things happen if I don't.

The timer goes off for the soup I made on the stove. Chicken noodle, the kind Derrick likes. I live at his house. I love him and he loves me. I've lived with him for 4 years, ever since year 11. 

I stay home. I don't go to uni. I don't want to. That's what Derrick tells me at least. He says people want to get between us. That's why we moved away from my family. But I don't need them. I love Derrick, I only need him. Sure, I miss Gemma and my mum and Robin, but I love Derrick more.

The door swings open as I'm getting the bread out of the oven and putting soup into bowls. 

"Hello Derrick, how was work?" I say quietly. I hate my voice. It's too deep and too slow.

"It was fine, is dinner ready?" He says, he seems annoyed. I guess he just had a bad day.

"Almost ready." I squeak out, putting the soup into the bowls and putting bread next to it. Derrick grabs a beer from the fridge. I hate it when he drinks. He gets mean. I know he means well, and maybe it's alright if he just has one.

We sit down to eat in a comfortable silence. Well, maybe it's not that comfortable.

"Harry, don't eat that whole thing, you need to lose weight." I look at my stomach. He's right. I'm not skinny like I want to be. 

He's right.

You're so fat.

Ugly.

Go kill yourself.

I shake my head, thinking it would clear the voices. It never does. They're right too. So, I get up from my seat and head to the bedroom. I go to the restroom and return to Derrick who is now on his phone, probably on instagram or something.

He's probably cheating on you.

He doesn't love you.

I glance over to his phone to check that he really was on instagram, only to have him turn around and catch me looking. Of course.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He says, now standing up. He's around 6'2 with straight brown hair and brown eyes. He looks so scary. I wish things were back to when he would take me out on cute dates and cuddle with me. 

"N-nothing." I say looking down. That gave me away. I'm so dumb. I feel a harsh sting on the side of my face. He slapped me. 

You deserve it.

No one loves you.

The voices are right. I'm the one that was snooping. This was all my fault. 

He grabs my arm strongly, and starts to drag me to the bedroom.

"No! Derrick please! I'll be good, plea-" His hand goes over my mouth with a huge slap. I wince in pain but stop fighting. I can't escape it. I never did. I never can. My body goes limp and I let him drag me. There's no use in fighting.

He slams me on the bed and presses his lips to mine, I hold back a scream of pain. My still bruised shoulder will definitely be back to purple and blue, instead of the healing yellow and light green. 

"You slut, you know you want this, just say it." Derrick says in my ear. I don't want it. But I will never tell him that. I learned that the hard way. That's how I broke my arm. 

"I want y-you Derrick." I say, stuttering. 

"Of course you do whore." He says while pulling my pants down.

...

The next morning I sit up and immediately groan in pain. My shoulder is killing me. I don't sleep in the bed because Derrick says he 'needs his beauty sleep. 

You deserve to hurt.

I shake my curls out and stand up. 

"Bye babe." Derrick says at the front door, making me jump. He walks over and holds his arms out, I flinch and a mad look rolls over Derrick's face. 

"Don't flinch" He says in a calm voice. "I only do this for your own good Harry. I love you. You love me right?" He says. I knew he loves me. A smile creeps over my face.

"Of course I do." I mumble while walking into his arms. "Have a nice time at work." I say into his shirt. He kisses the top of my head. 

He unwraps me and goes to get his shoes. Once he leaves the apartment, I go to take a shower. I need one after last night.

After my shower and blow drying my hair, I put on a black shirt and black skinny jeans. I go to the fridge for breakfast. Then I remember last night, and look at my stomach. Derrick's right I'm too fat.

Fatty.

Don't eat.

You're not hungry.

I close the fridge and sigh. Then, the doorbell rings. What is Derrick doing back?

To kill you.

He should.

No. That can't happen. I don't want it to happen. I like life. I do. 

I go to the door and open it, hoping it's not Derrick. When I open it, I see a short boy with shaggy light brown hair and bright blue eyes and a bright smile holding a box of cake.

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Hello babes! 

I hope you like this chapter... It wasn't too bad ig but it is a little short. 

They will get longer I promise!

-Lillian xx