Hunters POV.

I plopped down on the couch with my bowl of sour cream and onion chips and Dr. Pepper in my hands and continued to flick through the channels trying to find something to watch.

“Oooh teen wolf!” I squealed silently to myself as I did a little happy dance on the couch. I have been slacking when it came to watching teen wolf and lucky for me, the episode I left off of was on so I could finish it and continue to watch the rest of them.

“TEEN WOLF MARATHON! TURN UP!”

Just as I was getting comfortable on the couch, my doorbell rang. I groaned out loud and sat the bowl and cup on the glass table. I pulled myself up and trudged over to the door. The living room was so far away from the front door so it felt like forever to get there.

The ringing from the doorbell filled the house again. I got more agitated with the person on the other side of the door. Can they seriously not wait? Do they know how big this house is? I finally reached the door and started to unlock it.

“JESUS DON’T YOU HAVE-“

My voice literally got stuck in my throat and I felt uneasy for a bit. Our eyes never left each other as we just stared at each other.

What the hell was Harry doing at MY house?

I quickly felt anger take over and I tried to slam the door, turning around in the process but he stuck his foot in the door, stopping it.

Why was he here? At my house? Right now? By himself? I mean yes he has been to my house before but it was when the boys came over. It didn’t feel right having him here while the boys were over and it made me even more uncomfortable with here just by himself.

I jumped to the sound my door slamming. “You little bitch” I closed my eyes and slowly counted to 5 in my head, telling myself not to kill him before he explains himself as to why he is here. I opened my eyes and slowly turned round to face this little prick.

If he thinks he is intimidating me right now, he must have bumped his head. Ain’t no way in the world I was afraid of this gay boy standing in front of me. Is stood there now fully facing him, waiting for him to continue because if I start, there’s a good chance this will end badly.
“You think you can beat up my girlfriend the act like it’s nothing?” He started walking closer to me with every word he spoke but I never backed down.“My girlfriend? Who the fuck do you think you are! You’re not going to go around here and think you’re the shit because you’re not! No one likes you Hunter!” Now he was right in front of my face and I was fucking pissed.

I swear to god if he doesn’t move then so help me Jesus there will be blood all over the cold tile floor. I continued to stare him down as his eyes bore into mine.

“I’m giving you 5 fucking seconds to get the hell out of my face before you’ll be looking at yourself from above.” He still didn’t move. “Oh you’re going to beat me up to huh? You think your small ass is going to hit ME?”

Now my breathing was heavy and I could feel my hands balling into fists. I started to count down. “5….4…3….2…” His eyes never left mine. I didn’t even count to 1 before I forcefully pushed him away from me, him stumbling back in the process.

“You think you’re going to come in MY house and talk to me in any kind of way? You think you’re going to boss me up huh? I DON’T FUCKING THINK SO!” With each word came hatred as my walked towards him, harry backing up as I came closer.

“Your fucking girlfriend deserved it. You know why? She’s a fucking slut and nothing but a 2 timing cunt who can’t have a REAL relationship because all guys want from her is her stank ass vagina! SHE IS NOTHING BUT A BOOTY CALL AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT! So guess what Harry? You’re dating a nasty ass dirty looking skank who for the love god can’t fight if it even was given to her in any kind of way! So before you come up to ME with all this bullshit, you better hope it’s not in my house or near anything dearest to me because you WILL regret that decision”

By this time I was face to face with him while his back was to the wall next to front door. I could not control my breathing at this point because I was fucking pissed. He just looked at me with so much anger in his eyes but that didn’t fucking scare me one bit.

And right now I only had one thing to say that I know for sure was going to piss him off.
“You’re too blind to see it anyway. Stop trying to pass yourself on as a straight kid, we all know you’re not what you say you are, gay boy”

I could feel the heat radiating of his body as I said the last 2 words that gets him every single time. As I started to walk away, I felt his hand roughly grab my fore arm, pulling me back around to face him.

“What the fuck did you just say slut?” I could feel the slight pain in my arm as the anger started seize and fear came into me.

This all felt so familiar. The horrid memories were coming back and I was way too afraid of what was going to happen to me right now then to be pissed off any longer. I tried to pull myself from his grip but it only made the pain more unbearable.

“How about you shut the fuck up because you don’t know ANYTHING about me!” His grip tightened around my arm, making the tears I was trying to hold back reach the brim of my eyes. At this point I could do nothing but beg him to stop because what was happening right now plus the memories of all of this as a child were too much to bare.

“H-Harry let go your hurting me” I could feel the tingling in my arm and the feeling starting to subside.

Harrys POV.

The voice I heard now sounded nothing like the one earlier when she was yelling at me. This one sounded almost like a whimper, a cry like voice.

My mind finally began to come back to reality as I realized what I was doing. Oh god I was hurting her. I could see the tears forming in her eyes as I quickly let go of her.

It was happening again. I was doing it again. I didn’t mean to, I was in the heat of the moment.

I raked my mind as to what to do now. I wanted to comfort her for some reason. My heart suddenly felt broken and guilty at what I just did. I didn’t bother looking at her right away. I knew that look all the well, the one she was giving me. She was terrified.

“Get out” Her voice to seem to crack as she told me to go. I looked up at her. She was over by the tall lamp table facing away from me.

“Look Hunter I’m so-“

“GET OUT HARRY! NOW!” I stood there stunned yet totally understanding as to why she wanted me out. I tried coming towards her but she only flinched away, holding her arm where my grip was previously.

I stopped and just looked at how fragile and broken she looked.

I started to back away slowly to the door, opening it in the process. As I was about to walk out, I looked over my shoulder and sighed.

“I’m sorry Hunter. I really am” And with that I left.

Hunters POV.

I heard the door softly close and that’s when I let it all out. My cries filled the room, soft echoes erupting all around me as I slid down the wall still holding my arm.

I felt so vulnerable and hurt, just like I did when I was little. This happened to me all the time. HE did this to me all the time.

I continued to sit there for hours until I finally stopped crying and got up from my spot. I went into the living room and turned off the TV. Taking the bowl chips and my drink with me to my room. My mom was going to be late again tonight anyway and I wasn’t in the mood the wait up for her so I headed upstairs and into my room.

I slowly made my way over to my nightstand, dragging my feet against the soft, plush carpet. I put the stuff down and went into the bathroom. I turned on the light, squinting my eyes from how bright the light was.

I was hesitant to look in the mirror but face the fact that I was going to have to sometime. I slowly looked up at myself, sighing as I took myself in. I looked horrible. I had dry tear stains on my cheeks and fresh ones still there, my mascara ran, and my hair was a complete mess.
I turned to the side to look at my arm. There were still tints of red in the mark but mostly black and purple showed of the bruise. I bring my shaky hand up, taking my pointer finger and brushing it against the fresh bruise. I flinch at the sudden contact and dropped my hand to my side.

I decided to take a shower. Maybe that will make me feel better.

I went and turned on the water, steam filling the bathroom instantly. I removed my clothes and took my hair out the messy ponytail it was in. I stepped into the shower, steam blowing in my face as I fully got in. I closed the glassed door and turned around, standing in the hot water.

I jumped as the water made contact with my bruise but I continued to stand there under water for a while before washing myself and my hair.

Once I was finished I turned the water off and got my towel, wrapping it around me. I went to my drawers and took out a matching bra and panties set and took out a long t shirt that barely went over my knees.

I decided not to dry my hair but let it air dry. I turned off the light. The night lights from outside filling my room.

I hopped into bed, pulling the duvet covers over me and I sunk into the bed, feeling very comfortable. I cuddled into my favorite teddy bear, not leaving an inch of space.

My mind drifted off to how Harry looked and felt once he realize what he did to me. He seemed so worried and hurt but I didn’t care, I didn’t want to be near him at the time. I was thinking about it so much that I ended up dozing off into a peaceful slumber.

If only Harry knew my past.

Notes

OOOH INTENSE! How did you like that one? Looks like Harry and Hunter have some hidden secrets about their past life's, don't ya think?

What do you think happened in both their pasts?