Shattered

A/N: WARNING: CAN BE TRIGGERING AND DEPRESSING!!!

Harry's P.O.V-

"Once upon a time, in the far away land of London in England, lived a little girl named Angelica Maria Greyson. She came to the world on the 2nd of January of 1995. She was a happy little girl, always cheery and smiley. But her mommy and her daddy were mean. Mommy would always be drinking these weird looking juices that made her be violent and evil. Angelica would be picked up by her hair and thrown against walls and floors. Everyday she had a new cut or bruise. But she never stopped loving her mommy. Her daddy was no different, but he wasn't as bad as mommy. He'd drink a lot too, but he'd only yell and shout bad words until he fell asleep. When he woke up he'd apologize, but on the same night he'd do it all over again." By now she was silently crying and pulling her knees closer to her chest.

I can't believe what she's gone through, and judging by what she's saying, that wasn't all. I can't believe she's so strong...

"Before mommy and daddy became that way, they used to go to church, and little Angelica loved the church, it was like her second home, and she had a best friend: Jesus. She was only 8 when she was first shoved into a wall." She sniffled and bit her lip, wincing at the memory. I stood up and sat next to her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders in a protective way. Little Liam went to her other side and did the same, only he couldn't fully hug her because of his shorter arms.

"They stopped going to church, they stopped praying, reading the bible, but Angelica didn't, she didn't want to lose her only friend. At school it was no different, she was bullied all the time. She was called freak and stupid for having cut and bruises, and the teachers didn't help at all. They would call her parents and ask why she was covered in bruises and cuts and all that. Her parents would lie, saying she was just clumsy, but when she came home she got new bruises and cuts." She rolled up her sleeves showing small scars up her arms. The bruises were gone obviously, but the scars were there, thousands of them, and it's only her arms. I hugged her tighter and kissed her head.

"That went on until she was 11 years old. Her mommy was better, but she was still mean sometimes, calling her fat and ugly. She self harmed every night, just to feel something. She was numb, faded, dead on the inside and almost on the outside. One day, her mother came home, looking lost and shocked. She was pregnant, and it wasn't daddy's baby, it was her lover's. Daddy was furious and he beat mommy up, then he raped his own daughter. The raping and beating went on until the day the baby was born. He killed mommy, with a kitchen knife. Mommy's last words were: 'I'm so sorry baby, please forgive me'. The baby grew up healthy and strong thankfully, by then Angelica was already 12 and she had a baby brother named Liam Luke Greyson. Her daddy became worst than mommy ever was. She was a slave to him, she cleaned, cooked, bought drugs and alcohol for him, took care of Liam and satisfied his needs." She was sobbing right now, and was barely breathing through the words. She was holding tight onto me and she had her head berried in my chest.

I hugged her and whispered soothing things in her ear whilst stroking her long light brown hair. She pulled away, wiping her tears and hiccuping. Her face was red, warm and wet. She looked down to the ground, pulling her knees up to her chest.

"The neighbors told the police they heard screaming from Angelica's house. They came to investigate just in time to save Angelica from being raped yet again. They took him away and found out that was going on for years and years, and that the man they arrested had murdered his wife and raped his daughter thousands of times. The little boy of just 2 years of age and 14 year old Angelica were sent to an orphanage. Angelica finished her studies and began working as a waitress at a coffee shop. Life was starting to show colors again for Angelica, until she found out her father had left nothing for them and was requesting a court audience." She had an angry expression, almost as if she were mad at herself.

"I agreed to go to court, and I won the case. But I would only be able to take my little brother with me if I had a decent job and a decent life, which I didn't. That was two years ago, now I have a stable life, a stable job, and a home. And I have my baby brother with me..." She finished smiling a bit. The tears were falling freely as she hugged Little Liam. He was crying too, I'm guessing he had witnessed everything.

"We're your friends, you have a real family now, trust us" Zayn said smiling at her. She nodded and started crying again.

"Hey, hey, no more tears, it's all over now." I cooed and hugged her. She laughed a bit and I was confused.

"I'm just so happy that I found you guys" She whispered smiling at all of us, but letting her gaze linger on me for a while longer. I had just enough time to notice that her eyes were green almost blue. She wore no makeup at all, and her freckles were just so adorable. That's when I realized something: I was falling for her...

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