Sometimes the pain is far worse than the punishment.

March 27, 2012
The Bently Mansion’s Basement

“I believe that what you did was just a reaction to the alcohol that you are prohibited to drink,” Gina scolded me with Penelope and her mother standing behind her. “I am completely ashamed of your actions and I want you and your immature friend out of this house immediately. I don’t want to see you near my son again,” She turned away from me but Penelope stopped her. “Although Penelope has forgiven you, I am still disappointed in you. You can stay here, but I don’t want to see you near my son. Penelope says it is fine for you to be in the wedding, but I don’t believe the James’ want to see you after that. Now come with me, we have to talk, alone.” Her evil eyes danced and she yanked me by my arm.


“Mother. Don’t do this.” Harry looked at her like he knew what we were going to talk about. “This is not necessary. If you’re going to do this, do it to me instead.”


“Do what exactly?” I chimed in and Gina rolled her eyes, yanking me by my arm again. “Where are we going?” I asked and she yanked me harder.


“To the basement. Where your crimes will rid.” The. Hell?


“Anastasia!” Harry called my name and I turned around to see him running out of my bedroom door. “Mother don’t you do this!” He seemed to be pleading his mother and she literally picked me a foot off of the ground and carried me to the stairs. “Anastasia!”


“Harry shut your mouth!” Gina hollered, ringing my ears.


I looked back to him and he stopped running. “I swear, if you do this, I won’t be able to live with myself.” Do what?!


“Well then I guess that’s just a risk I’m willing to take because I have a perfect son-in-law downstairs!” Her words broke his heart, and I was shattered at the look on his face. “You are not going to stand in my way.”


“Anastasia, I love you.” He muttered and my mouth dropped. He’s not even going to try harder to get me?


“You love her?!” Gina was furious. “You don’t know a single thing about love, my son. And I doubt that you ever will! Lusting after someone is one thing, but that’s not love! That is not love! You can not love someone just for sex!” She was yelling harder than we did altogether and I looked at Harry.


“You know I don’t love her for that!” He balled his fists and I looked down.


“I honestly don’t care why you pretend to love her, Harry. You do not love her! If you did, you would find a way to stop the wedding that you clearly don’t want and you would at least try to take her away from me!” She smiled harshly.


But he didn’t move, and he didn’t say anything. And it broke my heart.


Gina was about to move again but he yelled, “Can you not see that’s what I’m trying to do?! I can’t hide my feelings anymore mother!” He then ran towards us and Gina yelled, hauling me towards her and running down the stairs.


Harry tried to reach for her, but she growled and pushed him down the stairs. I cried out and when he landed, he didn’t move.


“Oh my God!” I yelled and she stood there shaking. She was just as upset as I was. “Harry!” I called his name several times… But he still didn’t move.


“Come on.” Gina whispered and hauled me over her arm, lugging me towards the basement. Tears frantically fell from my eyes and I couldn’t help my constant sobs. “Shut up! You don’t know what love is either!”


“Clearly you don’t either!” I snapped and she glared at me. “You’re supposed to love your son but instead you pushed him down a flight of stairs!”


She shoved me up against the basement door and shoved her finger in my face. “You do not need to tell me what kind of love I have for my son.”


“Mother please don’t do this. I am literally begging you.” We both turned to see Harry limping his way towards us.


“Are you broken?” I panicked and he shook his head, wincing as he stood up straight.


“I am perfectly fine.” He turned to Gina. “Mother, just give me Anastasia, and we won’t have a problem.”


“You don’t own me.” She snapped and opened the basement door, pushing me inside.


“NO! Anastasia!” Harry’s voice boomed through the hallway and I saw him race towards the door but Gina closed it in his face, locking it behind her.


“Now that we’re alone…” She muttered, grabbing my arm and I looked to the bottom of the basement to see her whips.


“Not this again, please.” I whined as she pushed me to the floor.


“Children need to be punished for their wrong doings.” She shook her head and picked up her whip.


“Gina, stop this.” Tears fell from my eyes and I continued to sob. Then we heard the basement door being beat on and I heard faint sobs coming from Harry. “Why are you doing this anyways?! You’re going to burn in hell!” I hollered and with that, her leather whip sliced open my shirt.


“I’m not the one who’s going to burn in hell! You’re the one who is causing my son to cheat on his fiance you tramp!” Another slice. Pain.


I cried harder and I heard Harry hollering my name again. But then his voice was audible enough to hear. “Mother! Please! If you don’t stop this…” He stopped.


She stopped and grabbed my arm, but then he began beating the door again and she hit me twice.


Then all of a sudden, the door came flying open and Harry came rushing down the stairs. His knuckles were bleeding from hitting the metal door, and his face was drained of all color.


“Get out of here!” I yelled, my back bleeding and pulsing with pain. “I don’t want you to see me like this!” I began to sob and Harry turned towards his mother.


“You are a selfless monster and I hate you.” Harry growled and Gina scoffed.


“I am not afraid to hit an immature child.” She scoffed again and I looked at them. He had her cornered and her whip was in his hand.


“But adult need to be punished too.” Don’t do that, Harry. Please don’t show me the monster that you aren’t.


“You wouldn’t dare.” She seemed disgusted with the boy that she raised standing in front of her like a mirror.


He shoved the whip in her arms and ran a hand down his mouth. “You’re right. I wouldn’t. Because I am a man of my word mother. I promised I would protect you the day that my father died. But I also promised that I would take care of Anastasia,” He grabbed her by the arm and she looked away from him. But he put his jaw clenched mouth by her ear and said, “And letting her get beaten by my mother is not the way to do it.”


He pushed her back and walked towards me, picking me up in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried from the burning pain on my back.


“It’s okay. We’re getting the hell out of here bébé. And this world would be gone before I ever came back. I don’t give a two fucks if I’m supposed to be back here to marry Penelope. They can’t make me do anything. I’m a grown man.” He stopped by my empty room. “You take a nap and I’ll have your things packed for L.A.” He set me down by my bed and I nodded my head.


“Thank you for getting me out of that.” I muttered, wincing as I moved.


He put his busted hands on my cheeks and wiped my tears away. “I’m here for you. Remember, vous êtes le seul à tenir mon coeur. If we can make it through this, we can make it through anything. You are mon amour, Anastasia Greene.” He kissed me softly and I went to walk to my bed but he grabbed my hand. “And now… It’s finally, only Ana and Harry.”

Notes

I am getting so deep into this story man. Like no joke.
Next chapter is tomorrow :) xoxx

I love you more than pizza,
**K. xx