New Years Eve.
Love Like This.
-Charlotte's POV-
As I slumped down onto a bench in Central Park I glanced at my watch;
12:30. Great.
I pulled out my phone to see multiple messages from Harry.
Right now though, I just wanted some alone time.
To think,
To remember.
When Harry hit me, the memories it brought back were something I never wanted to remember.
I'd repressed them for so long because I always wondered how someone could do such a heartless thing to someone they loved.
But, Harry has proved tonight that love affects us all in different ways.
*flashback*
"Charlotte, come down here please." My mother shouted to me up the stares.
I stomped down, not eager to hear what she had to say. Ever since she kicked my Dad out she'd been ignoring me. Out every night. Coming home at stupid o'clock. Not even noticed I've been skipping school recently, something Dad never would have allowed.
"What is it?" I asked, rather rudely.
"Don't take that tone with me missy." My mother snapped at me, obviously showing off to the younger man stood next to her. "This is Daniel," My mother started, pointing to the guy stood next to her, who looked about 20 at the most. "He's my new boyfriend. We're going out now so behave, no friends round. See you whenever." She said as she waved goodbye walking out the door, dragging Daniel behind her like a little puppy. I flipped her off when she had her back turned before sulking back off to my room.
Daniel was an obvious rebound for the hell Mum and I had suffered the past year, leading up to my 17th birthday.
Possibly the worst year of my life.
The slam of the door as Mum left reminded me of those nights.
The nights I'd stay up, blasting music so as not to hear him hit her.
Throw her on the floor.
Throw bottles full of alcohol at her, smashing them over her head.
Punch and kick her until she couldn't move.
But, never would she complain.
Always kissing him after, as if silently thanking him that at least if he was going to abuse her, she still had a roof over her head and food in her excessively bruised stomach.
He'd never lay a hand on me, but then again, he wasn't that stupid.
Mum never left the house, but I did.
People would see my pain, but not hers.
That one night though, when she finally became strong.
When she'd finally had enough.
The words she screamed at him hit me deep, because how could she refer to what they had as 'love'.
'If this is love,' I thought to myself 'I never want love.'
*End flashback*
I sat their, realising i'd started crying and just laughed at how I had seemed to have come full circle.
I pulled out my phone from my back pocket again and opened up a new message to send to Harry,before blocking his number and placing my phone into my front pocket of my jacket. I sank back into the seat and crossed my arms over my chest for extra warmth before exhaling deeply and planning what to do about this whole messed up situation.
Ironically I sent Harry the same words my Mother said to my Dad before kicking him out that night;
"You know that a love like this won't last forever."
As I slumped down onto a bench in Central Park I glanced at my watch;
12:30. Great.
I pulled out my phone to see multiple messages from Harry.
Right now though, I just wanted some alone time.
To think,
To remember.
When Harry hit me, the memories it brought back were something I never wanted to remember.
I'd repressed them for so long because I always wondered how someone could do such a heartless thing to someone they loved.
But, Harry has proved tonight that love affects us all in different ways.
*flashback*
"Charlotte, come down here please." My mother shouted to me up the stares.
I stomped down, not eager to hear what she had to say. Ever since she kicked my Dad out she'd been ignoring me. Out every night. Coming home at stupid o'clock. Not even noticed I've been skipping school recently, something Dad never would have allowed.
"What is it?" I asked, rather rudely.
"Don't take that tone with me missy." My mother snapped at me, obviously showing off to the younger man stood next to her. "This is Daniel," My mother started, pointing to the guy stood next to her, who looked about 20 at the most. "He's my new boyfriend. We're going out now so behave, no friends round. See you whenever." She said as she waved goodbye walking out the door, dragging Daniel behind her like a little puppy. I flipped her off when she had her back turned before sulking back off to my room.
Daniel was an obvious rebound for the hell Mum and I had suffered the past year, leading up to my 17th birthday.
Possibly the worst year of my life.
The slam of the door as Mum left reminded me of those nights.
The nights I'd stay up, blasting music so as not to hear him hit her.
Throw her on the floor.
Throw bottles full of alcohol at her, smashing them over her head.
Punch and kick her until she couldn't move.
But, never would she complain.
Always kissing him after, as if silently thanking him that at least if he was going to abuse her, she still had a roof over her head and food in her excessively bruised stomach.
He'd never lay a hand on me, but then again, he wasn't that stupid.
Mum never left the house, but I did.
People would see my pain, but not hers.
That one night though, when she finally became strong.
When she'd finally had enough.
The words she screamed at him hit me deep, because how could she refer to what they had as 'love'.
'If this is love,' I thought to myself 'I never want love.'
*End flashback*
I sat their, realising i'd started crying and just laughed at how I had seemed to have come full circle.
I pulled out my phone from my back pocket again and opened up a new message to send to Harry,before blocking his number and placing my phone into my front pocket of my jacket. I sank back into the seat and crossed my arms over my chest for extra warmth before exhaling deeply and planning what to do about this whole messed up situation.
Ironically I sent Harry the same words my Mother said to my Dad before kicking him out that night;
"You know that a love like this won't last forever."
Notes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IkAOasSJro0Kodaline are one of my favourite bands and this song completely inspired this chapter and the whole Harry hitting her thing, this song is really emotional and abuse is something quite close to my families heart so I found this chapter quite hard to write so I tried not to make it to descriptive, but here we go.
Two chapters in a day, aren't you lot spoilt:P x
((Trying to make up for the lack of chapters you'll get this week bc i'm so busy))
yay!
11/4/13