Conflicted (H.S)

Chapter 9

Kira’s P.O.V

My heart stopped as Jesse whispered harshly in my ear, “Make a sound and I’ll kill you,” the toxic smell of alcohol still laced in his breath.

“KIRA!”

My eyes widened as I recognised the husky tone of Harry’s voice, hope and fear washing over me.

A few seconds passed when another knock sounded.

Jesse sighed quietly, whispering, “He’s not going to go away, is he?”

Quickly shaking my head, Jesse sighed once again.

“I’m going to let go of you, and you’re going to answer the door. No funny business or you’ll regret it, ok?”

I nodded, sighing in relief as my body is released from the harsh confines of Jesse’s body and the wall behind me.

I glanced at the mirror on the adjacent wall, a gasp lifted from my throat as I took in the newly blossoming bruises on my neck in the shape of his hands and I tugged up the collar of my jacket in an attempt at covering them up.

Stumbling to the door, I take the handle firmly in my grasp and turn it.

My actions slow just enough to allow Jesse to hide behind the door.

Harry’s overshadowing figure appeared on the other side of the now open door.

“Hey,” his bubbly persona ever present.

I replied with a breathless “hello”.

“Uh, you left your phone in my car and I thought you might need it,” extending his hand towards me.

“Um, thank you,” I answered, reaching for my phone, my hands still trembling with fear.

“Are you alright?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow obviously observing my trembling hands and the fear that seeped into my tone.

Nodding quickly, I attempted to shut the door, succeeding narrowly.

I was forcefully tugged away from the door and into the arms of Jesse, leading me back into the living room and away from the windows.

Harry’s P.O.V.

I stood there shocked as she slammed the door in my face, confusion settling in the depths of my mind. It settled deeper as I internally analysed our interaction; the trembling, the off tone of her voice, and I’m pretty sure I saw a slight tinge of pink just above her collar.

My thoughts we torn from my mind by an intense screaming match, followed by the sound of glass shattering, and there wasn’t a single part of me that hesitated in forcing open the front door, and as soon as I rounded the corner, two sets of eyes landed on me. 

Kira’s P.O.V.

Pain flared in my back as the remnants of the half empty glass of Scotch that Jesse had thrown ricocheted into my now bare back, my jacket strewn across the floor and my button up torn in Jesse’s hands. Escaping his deadly grip had cost me my favourite button up as shredded is his hands under the force he had used in an attempt to capture me once again. His rage had originated when he’d poured himself a glass of Scotch from the liquor cabinet and discovered the empty bottle of Rare Breed I’d hidden in the back.

He took it upon himself to hurl the glass at my head after we’d exchanged harsh words and I’d informed him he was a barmy git.

The glass had shattered against the wall and various pieces had lodged themselves into my back, the pain searing down the expanse of my back.

I was distracted from my pain at the appearance of Harry in my entranceway.

An uncomfortable silence settled into the atmosphere as Harry took in the scene in front of him. Oh, what a sight this would be; me in tears and shirtless, a wild-eyed Jesse on the other side of the room with my destroyed blouse in hand.

“What the FUCK?” Harry’s voice riddled with shock.

“Har-“

“Get the FUCK out, man,” a drunken, enraged Jesse slurred.

“Harry, help!” I urged, wide eyed and terrified.

Harry and Jesse lock gazes and begin an intense stare down, neither backing away.

“Mate, I think you should leave,” Harry diplomatically stated.

“No, I think YOU should leave, pretty boy,” a smirk present on Jesse’s face.

“Kira, come here,” my head snaps in the direction of Harry’s voice. Just as I was about to take a step towards him, Jesse interrupts, “If you take one step towards him, I promise to absolutely ruin every part of you.”

I whimpered loudly, knowing full well that Jesse had the ability to follow through with his threat. However, the fear I felt was immediately overpowered when I felt Harry’s soft hand attach to my wrist and pull my tiny body behind his huge frame.

From behind Harry, I could hear an animalistic growl released from the depths of Jesse’s chest.

Not two seconds later, Jesse’s launches himself at Harry, and I stumble backwards, watching the violent interaction that had erupted between the males, cringing heavily at the sound of bones breaking and the repetitive sound of knuckles meeting various parts of the body engulfed my living room.

With a final sickening crack, I launch myself up the stairs and into my bathroom, unable to witness anymore.

Closing the door behind me, I collapse onto the white-tiled floor of my bathroom, sobbing into my fluffy bathmat.

Crawling helplessly into the bottom of my shower, I pull my knees to my chest and reach above my head with trembling hands to turn on the hot water, making the water scolding in an attempt to wash away what I’d just seen.

As the boiling water cascaded down my body and into the drain, I hoped and prayed that water would take my memories with it.

My internal self-wallowing was interrupted by the bathroom door sharply opening. My crying ceased and my breath hitched as I landed on a seemingly fine Harry, and small cut and a bruise adorning his left cheekbone.

Once his eyes landed on my frail frame planted in the bottom of the shower, they softened and he shuffled carefully towards me. After wordlessly removing his jacket and shoes, his body slipped behind mine and I felt his arms gently slip around my waist and gild me into the curve of his chest.

A sharp gasp sounded in my ear and I was reminded of the glass lodged in my back, the pain beginning to return after the adrenaline of the situation had worn off. Nudging my torso forward slightly, Harry began gently removing the shards of glass from my back, apologising profusely when he’d accidently pulled a little too quickly, provoking a whimper from me.

Once all of the glass was removed, I found myself wound tightly in his arms under the scolding hot jet streams of the showerhead, weeping shamelessly as he held me in a comforting manner.  

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