Broken {HarryStyles}

Chapter One

If your under the age of 15, beware of this book full of;bullying, selfharm, rape, violence, swearing, beatings, Harry Styles and may include more.

I warned you, but enjoy! L.x

P.S; You pronounce Thalias name as Ta-lia, Talia. But I like it as Thalia.

>>Thalias'POV<<

"What did I ever do to you?!" I sobbed, looking up at Harry from the concrete, my blood covered hand being the only thing that held my upper half up. "Tell me Harry, why do you beat me?!" I shout, wiping my tears away causing blood to spread across my cheek.

"Shut the fuck up." Harry kicked me in the stomach, my upper half falling to the ground.

"Don't you dare fucking tell anyone about this." He spits, walking away from me and leaving me to lay almost lifeless in the dark.

It was almost 10pm, I was coming back from a late night jog to get away from my father who had done something terrible to me. I-I don't want to even talk about that.

Harry spotted me, and beat me up like he always does.

Harry Styles, his name is. He's the one who turned my whole school against me, beats me up as everyone cheers for him, everyone calling me names. Disgusting, right?

Yet I still manage to like him.

I manage to pull myself off the ground, and walk back home. I say home, that's not a home to me. I feel like I'm walking back to hell.

"Where have you been?!" Father yells, I flinch.

"I-I'm sorry father." I avoided his eyes, which will bring back memories from earlier.

•FLASHBACK•

"Father please I don't want this." I whimper as he rips off my shirt.

"I can do whatever I want." He unbuckles his own pants, pushing me onto the table next to the window.

I turned my head looking out the window and saw Jake, my other bully who also goes to my school.

He knew and saw what was happening, yet he didn't do anything about it.

•FLASHBACK OVER•

He grabbed ahold of my neck, strangling me. He carried on until he saw my face turning a different colour, and I struggle to breath.

"Get to your room." I nod, rushing up the wooden creaky stair case and to my bedroom.

I lock my door behind me, going to my own bathroom and looking in the cracked mirror.

My neck was going purple, bruised and not being able to be touched. My face was had a large bruise on my left cheek, and almost all my face covered in blood.

I don't want this.

I grabbed my blade from the sink, sliding my back down the tile wall, swiping the blade across my wrist and thighs.

No one can hurt me more than I hurt myself, I tell myself. But I guess that isn't very true.

I sat on my bed, not bothering to wash any blood away and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out.

•

My alarm woke me up at 6 the next morning, it was Thursday-my worst day, I sit next to Harry in all 5 lessons. My body ached as I sat up and climbed out of bed.

I walked to my bathroom, looking in the mirror. I look like utter shit.

I turned on the shower, stripping down as I waited for the water to get hot, before hopping in and wetting my hair, washing it with coconut scented shampoo and conditioner.

My body soothed under the hot water. I shaved and massaged my body with coconut gel, feeling fresh.

I wrapped a fluffy towel around me, walking to my wardrobe and putting on my underwear, and choosing my outfit.

To cover my bruised neck, I went with a collared tight black long sleeved top with white collars, tucked into my dark washed jeans. My only shoes I have are just white converse that I've had for three years, bought by the money from my dad's "BOOZEJAR".

I quickly blow dried my hair, and left it down in its natural waves. I applied some concealer and a bit of foundation to my face, making it as natural as I could so I weren't called a whore.

I put on some blusher to make it more natural, then a couple layers of mascara on my lashes.

I sighed, looking in the mirror at myself. I had a curvy figure, which I didn't mind because I worked hard for this figure and large breasts which was mainly the eye candy for the boys, annoyingly.

I grabbed my bag, stepping out the door and the cold breeze hit me, I knew I should have brought a cardigan but my dad would wake up if I went back; which I didn't want to happen.

I walked from a hell hole, to another hell hole.

What a life, right?

Once I arrived in school, people snickered. I found my locker ignoring the words carved into the door.

"Did you not hear?!" I heard someone talk behind me. "Thalia had sex with her dad!" Thalia is me, if you are wondering. Thalia Wood.

I took my books out my locker blinking away the tears. I locked it, and went to turn around but I was slammed into the locker by, you guessed it. Harry.

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You may notice that there's a lot going on in the first chapter already, that's because this is only a short story!! Don't worry, they won't fall in love easily like some other books do.

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