A Thorn in My Side(The Owl House Oc Story)

Heart to Heart

Shout out to my friend Izzy! She doesn't have Wattpad so I can't @ her. But she drew this amazing art of Henry and Lucky. Alright enjoy the chapter(It's a short one)  :)

Hope's POV

(TW:SELF-HARM)

(Please no one come at me for including self harm.. It is a touchy subject for me, I've never done it myself, but some of my closest friends have.)

Hope started up at Blitz, fear prickled, "PLEASE DONT HURT HER!"

Blitz turned around with a knife in her hand that looked over Blitz. The knife came down-

Hope shot up, a sharp pain shot from her stomach. She grabbed her stomach and whined at the pain. Her heart was beating a sweat pouring. "Damn- my stomach..." she whimpered. She looked around the dark hospital room and could see Lucky sleeping on the couch, "Lucky?"

The white haired witch lifted his head and blinked his eyes open, "Yeah?"

"Shouldn't you be heading home?" Hope looked over at the clock on the wall and narrowed her eyes, "It's 3:00 am.."

Fear flashed in his eyes. "No- well yes, but I don't want to go home."

Hope looked over at Lucky, "Why?"

The white haired witch's ears were pinned against his head. "I don't really wanna talk about it."

"Well then can you turn on the lights, I had a nightmare and just wanna chill until Bristle gets here." Hope asked. Lucky nodded and stood up. He walked to the light a flipped it. A flash on red on his wrist. "Can you come over here?"

Lucky raised and eyebrow but nodded. He made his way over and sat in the chair that was beside the bed.

"What's wrong?" Hope said glancing at the witch's wrist.

Lucky paused and sighed. "I guess I do need to talk about it..." he pulled up his sleeve to reveal perfect cuts in his wrist and going up his arm. Hope felt a chill run down her spine. "I- I don't have the best home life..."

Hope flattened her ears and stared at the witch. "Whatever you need to talk about I'm here... It's not like I can go anywhere yet." Hope let out a dry chuckle, pain shot through her body, making her wince. "Damnit.."

Lucky gave a sad smile that then changed to a frown, "My dad... He's.. Abusive... ever since I was 9...."

"And how old are you now?" Hope asked.

Lucky shrugged, "16.."

"Where's your mom in all this?"

"She's... She's trying to keep me happy. My dad through a plate at her last night but missed..."

"Has he hit you before." Hope felt sadness prickle at her skin.

"Oh yea. Many times. Not as many times as he hit my mom... The first time he hit me was when I was 10 and it was my birthday too. I invited my friends over and I had the biggest crush on one of my friends Chase." Lucky leaned against the chair and let out a saddened laugh. "For my birthday he told me he liked me back and we kissed. We didn't go no farther then a peck. My dad walked in... he yelled at Chase who ran off.... My dad slapped me and shoved me into the corner of my nightstand... it left a scar on my back.."

Hope stared at Lucky, she sat up, pain surged in her stomach but she didn't care. She leaned over and gave him a hug. "It'll be okay.... Stay here as long as you want..." pain was in her voice and she didn't try to hide it.

Lucky patted her back and helped her lay back down. "You need to stop moving like that... You're not going to heal if you keep moving around."

Hope shrugged, "Why- I've heard the doctors.. They don't think my stomach will heal. At least not fully. They think I'm always going to get surges of pain if I move to quickly and such."

Lucky shrugged, his soft blue eyes met her icy blue eyes. "So how'd you get those cuts and such."

Hope tensed, "It's a long story..." she began to tell the story. She noticed Lucky tense up when Hope mentioned Blitz, "Whats wrong?"

"I have a cousin named Blitz... With that exact same description..." Lucky stated

(If you are harming yourself . Please do seek help, things may be hard but it always gets better. 😊)