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Healing The Scars

His house

Hannahs P.O.V.

There was a few seconds of silence. "So he did this to you?" he asked, his eyes flying to the bruises. I nodded, biting my lip to stop myself from crying. I didn't know what was going through his head. He suddenly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. "Im so sorry" he whispered.

When he pulled back, there was only concern left on his face. "Your not going back there" he told me shortly. "What?" I asked confused. "Your not going back to that house with him" he explained starting up the car. "Harry, dont be ridiculous" I whispered. He ignored me. "Harry! You have to drop me home now.." I insisted as he passed the turn off for my house. He shook his head. "Your staying at my place" he told me softly.

I appreciated his concern and all but it would only make things worse. If I stayed at his house, my father would be twice as bad when I got home. "Harry, when I go home he'll be worse" I tried explaining. "You dont understand. Your not going home" he told me. "Im not going to just let him hurt you" he added.

I was quiet the whole way to his house. There was so many reasons that this wasn't going to work. However I was tired and just wanted to sleep. "How often?" he asked after a while. "A couple of times a week.." I whispered back. His grip tightened on the steering wheel. "Im never gonna let him lay a finger on you again" he promised. I sighed. "Don't make promises you can't keep love" I replied softly as we pulled into his driveway. There was no way he could stop it. I would have to go home sooner or later. And when I did I knew it would be worse than ever.