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Stolen.

Chapter 2.

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Tessa's P.O.V

''Tessa get your ass down here!" My stepfather grunted. I groaned and looked at the clock. 12:48 pm I rolled out of bed and made my way downstairs to my stepfather.

I rubbed my eyes. ''Yes?"

My step-dad turned his attention towards me and growled. ''Why didn't you finish your assignment again?'' My stepfather hissed. I shrugged a bit. ''Why fucking not? Tell me.''

''Because you beat me," I whispered. ''I didn't have time..''

I could tell my step-dad was not pleased with this answer. I began to walk off, when he grabbed me by my hair. He turned to me and slapped me his hardest. ''What was that?''

He looked at me. ''I'm sorry..'' I spat.

My stepfather punched me and put cotton in my mouth. ''What sweety?"

I shook my head and spit them out. He grabbed my hair and threw me on the sidewalk. ''Get the fuck out of this house'' He spat. ''Come back when you learned your lesson.''

He slammed the door.

I made my way down the street. It was pitch black, and freezing cold. I began walking a few blocks, before laying on someone's driveway. I shut my eyes. I shivered violently.

''What the fuck?" I heard a familiar voice say.

My eyes shot open. It was Harry. ''What the fuck are you doing here? It's 2 in the morning.'' Harry grunted. I immediately stood up, and his eyes locked on mine. I tried not to stare.

''M-my dad beat me,'' I whispered.

Harry looked sorry, he sighed deeply. ''You can stay here. Just for tonight, though.'' Harry said. I stood up and he guided me inside his college dorm room.

I sat on the bed, and Harry sat beside me.

''I'll go get you a water,'' Harry said exiting the room. Why was he being so nice to me? Harry came back and handed me a cup. I thanked him and took a small sip.

I laid down on the bed. Harry laid beside me.

''Why did he beat you?" Harry asked, breaking the silence. ''You can tell me, but only if you want to'' he said. I sighed a bit and shrugged. I turned on my side and faced Harry.

''Because I can't do shit right,'' I finally said.

Harry laughed and shook his head. "I don't believe that.'' He said.

I looked at his green eyes, "It's true. That's why he does it.." I whispered. Harry nodded and pulled me into a deep hug. I smiled weakly, and Harry instantly pulled away and coughed.

''Sorry, just felt like you needed it.'' He said.

Harry pulled me close and I rested my head on his chest.