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Stolen.

Chapter 1.

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Tessa's P.O.V

I walked home from school shaking. It was cold, but mainly because I had turned my assignment in late, again. So my teacher told my step-dad. My mum lived far away.

So I had to face my stepfather, alone.

Once I arrived home, it was quiet. Too quiet. I tried to tiptoe upstairs, but I was stopped mid-step. "Where the fuck do you think your going?" My stepfather asked, glaring at me.

I turned around. "Um, too go study." I tried running upstairs, but it was no use.

My stepfather grabbed my backpack and yanked me down, making me fall on the floor with a loud thud. "You think it's okay to turn your assignments in late?" He screamed. I looked down.

"You're making me look bad," he shouted. He slapped me across the face, I felt it redden. A tear slid down my cheek as he picked me up off of the ground. I hated him, he hated me.

"I-I'm sorry," I whispered through sobs.

I could feel his eyes glaring at me, "You're always sorry!" He punched, I felt blood running down my face My nose was bleeding, and my lip was cut. He punched my eye, again.

I felt it swelling up.

''Stop fucking crying!" He shouted as he beat me to the ground. I laid there, in a puddle of tears. After awhile he walked off. Once I felt it was safe, I walked upstairs shivering.

I looked in the mirror, examining my injuries.

My lip and nose was still bleeding, and my eye was a light shade of grey. I laid a finger on my face, it stung everywhere. My mascara was smudged. It was pointless to try to clean up.

I laid motionless on my bed. I shut my eyes and fell asleep.

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Tessa's P.O.V

After the bell rang, I sat in front of the buses. I saw girls giggling and pointing towards me, I shrugged it off. I continued walking, until I felt my feet slip from underneath me.

I looked up, a guy had tripped me. "Oops," he smirked.

''Leave me alone, please" I whispered. He slapped me and everyone began laughing. I glared up at him. My eyes swelled up with tears, as I let a small cry escape my lips.

"Back off mate,'' I heard a rather British voice say.

It was Harry. I hated Harry, and he hated me. Why was he helping me? I looked at him, confused. Harry ignored me. "Why do you care, Styles?" The guy that slapped me asked.

Harry chuckled. "I don't care, but do you want to get in trouble?"

The other guy agreed and walked off. Harry helped me up.

I brushed off the dirt. "Why did you help me?" I asked. Harry looked at me, and our eyes instantly locked. "We hate each other," I whispered, stuttering. I wiped my tears.

''Just get out of here," Harry said.

I nodded and pushed past Harry. Once I got home, my dad was home. "Great," I whispered to myself. I crept open the door, and set my stuff down on the chair. I tiptoed past him.