Hand In Hand
Prologue[1]
***2 years before*** Luna =14 Harry =15
I sat in my chair alone in the classroom after the bell had rung. And I didn't know why I was doing it. Sometimes, I would have a mental brake down. A melt down, if you will. Most people thought I was crazy for sitting in the bathroom and hyperventilating. I probably am. That's what screwed up people like me do. My whole family is fucked. My brother, my dad and my sister. And its all because of my cheating mother.
"Luna, let's go." My brother said quietly rubbing my shoulder. I'm going to be honest. My brother is probably the number one reason as to why I'm still in this hell hole. I stood up and swung my bag over my shoulder. We walked in the summer sun. What I really wanted to know is why we're still at school. I dragged my feet on the ground, a couple feet in front of Harry. At least that's what I thought I was doing. To him I was running. So many things were racing through my mind. And that's when I started with the melt down. I began hyperventilating, tugging at my hair.
"Luna.." He said lowly gently grabbing my wrist and pulling back to him. I turned around and buried my face and began sobbing as we sunk to the ground. He rocked back and forth with me in his arms. I'd forgotten that we were on the sidewalk.
----- 1 hour later ----
I opened my eyes only to feel my brother's curly hair tickling the tip of my nose. I turned away and we approached our house. Loud banging noise traveled through the walls.
"Luna," he said tapping the back of my leg. "Stay behind me." I nodded and he set me down giving my hand and small squeeze before opening the door. There sat our mother, who was covered in scars and green and purple bruises then my dad who held a belt in one hand and a clenched fist in the other. Empty green and brown bottles were broken. Scattered everywhere.
"Where the hell have you been!" He yelled, gripping the belt. I flinched and Harry backed up pushing me against the wall lightly. He was breathing heavily. I gripped his shirt.
"Walking home because you couldn't take the time to drive us. Or do anything for that matter," He growled. Our father slowly began walking toward us.
"You make this whole family suffer! It's your fault, where were you when Luna had a concert? Or when we graduated? You missed both graduations. GRADUATION. What about doing something simple like taking your fucking kids to school?! Huh, dad? Do you love your wife so much that you beat her up?" And that's where it all began.
"Harold Edward Styles!" My mom yelled. My dad lifted his arm and the belt came swinging. I'd pushed Harry out of the and turned my back. It whipped my mid back and the pain traveled throughout my body. I screamed and instantly began crying. Simply because it didn't stop. The lashes came harder and faster.
"Desmond," She shouted grabbing his shirt. I wish she hadn't. She looked back at us and gave the death glare.
"Get your asses to your room right fucking now!" She was fuming. Her face was red. So were her eyes. Her lips were swollen and she had a black eye. She was very pretty. I'll say that. But her personality wasn't.
My dad lifted his fist again. It all happened in a matter of seconds. Harry pulled me away and we ran upstairs.
"Don't freak out if you don't see us in the morning." He mumbled following me. I'd finally gotten to the top of the steps but could hardly see. Harry put a light hand on my lower back guiding me to the room that we'd shared. He urged me to the bed and I laid on my stomach as the skin on my back was exposed. I rested my cheek on the comforter. My whole body hurt. He brushed his finger tips past the new lash wounds. I hissed and he he pulled his hand away.
"It hurts." I whined.
"Luna. Were leaving. Were leaving and we're going to Gemma."
"Harry.. Do you know how much trouble we'll get in?"
"Dad is such a screw up. I highly doubt he'll even notice." He whispered pulling two bags from under the bed. One was black and the other was Aqua. I'd assumed the Aqua one was mine. He ran over to the window and opened it.
"You first." I sighed and pushed my duffle bag out of the window and climbed out slowly. My wrists touched the window pain and I grimaced before pulling all the way out to the roof. Harry hadn't known that I'd cut myself. And I didn't plan on telling him. He was out in a matter of seconds. I climbed the ladder that sat on the side of the house after throwing my bag to the ground. We were both in the grass and Harry pulled out his phone and called Gemma. She was our other sister who was currently in college. Harry pulled me into a bush to stay hidden until she came. When she did, we got in the car and Harry told her everything while I sat in the back. I was a sobbing mess curled up in a ball.
I sat in my chair alone in the classroom after the bell had rung. And I didn't know why I was doing it. Sometimes, I would have a mental brake down. A melt down, if you will. Most people thought I was crazy for sitting in the bathroom and hyperventilating. I probably am. That's what screwed up people like me do. My whole family is fucked. My brother, my dad and my sister. And its all because of my cheating mother.
"Luna, let's go." My brother said quietly rubbing my shoulder. I'm going to be honest. My brother is probably the number one reason as to why I'm still in this hell hole. I stood up and swung my bag over my shoulder. We walked in the summer sun. What I really wanted to know is why we're still at school. I dragged my feet on the ground, a couple feet in front of Harry. At least that's what I thought I was doing. To him I was running. So many things were racing through my mind. And that's when I started with the melt down. I began hyperventilating, tugging at my hair.
"Luna.." He said lowly gently grabbing my wrist and pulling back to him. I turned around and buried my face and began sobbing as we sunk to the ground. He rocked back and forth with me in his arms. I'd forgotten that we were on the sidewalk.
----- 1 hour later ----
I opened my eyes only to feel my brother's curly hair tickling the tip of my nose. I turned away and we approached our house. Loud banging noise traveled through the walls.
"Luna," he said tapping the back of my leg. "Stay behind me." I nodded and he set me down giving my hand and small squeeze before opening the door. There sat our mother, who was covered in scars and green and purple bruises then my dad who held a belt in one hand and a clenched fist in the other. Empty green and brown bottles were broken. Scattered everywhere.
"Where the hell have you been!" He yelled, gripping the belt. I flinched and Harry backed up pushing me against the wall lightly. He was breathing heavily. I gripped his shirt.
"Walking home because you couldn't take the time to drive us. Or do anything for that matter," He growled. Our father slowly began walking toward us.
"You make this whole family suffer! It's your fault, where were you when Luna had a concert? Or when we graduated? You missed both graduations. GRADUATION. What about doing something simple like taking your fucking kids to school?! Huh, dad? Do you love your wife so much that you beat her up?" And that's where it all began.
"Harold Edward Styles!" My mom yelled. My dad lifted his arm and the belt came swinging. I'd pushed Harry out of the and turned my back. It whipped my mid back and the pain traveled throughout my body. I screamed and instantly began crying. Simply because it didn't stop. The lashes came harder and faster.
"Desmond," She shouted grabbing his shirt. I wish she hadn't. She looked back at us and gave the death glare.
"Get your asses to your room right fucking now!" She was fuming. Her face was red. So were her eyes. Her lips were swollen and she had a black eye. She was very pretty. I'll say that. But her personality wasn't.
My dad lifted his fist again. It all happened in a matter of seconds. Harry pulled me away and we ran upstairs.
"Don't freak out if you don't see us in the morning." He mumbled following me. I'd finally gotten to the top of the steps but could hardly see. Harry put a light hand on my lower back guiding me to the room that we'd shared. He urged me to the bed and I laid on my stomach as the skin on my back was exposed. I rested my cheek on the comforter. My whole body hurt. He brushed his finger tips past the new lash wounds. I hissed and he he pulled his hand away.
"It hurts." I whined.
"Luna. Were leaving. Were leaving and we're going to Gemma."
"Harry.. Do you know how much trouble we'll get in?"
"Dad is such a screw up. I highly doubt he'll even notice." He whispered pulling two bags from under the bed. One was black and the other was Aqua. I'd assumed the Aqua one was mine. He ran over to the window and opened it.
"You first." I sighed and pushed my duffle bag out of the window and climbed out slowly. My wrists touched the window pain and I grimaced before pulling all the way out to the roof. Harry hadn't known that I'd cut myself. And I didn't plan on telling him. He was out in a matter of seconds. I climbed the ladder that sat on the side of the house after throwing my bag to the ground. We were both in the grass and Harry pulled out his phone and called Gemma. She was our other sister who was currently in college. Harry pulled me into a bush to stay hidden until she came. When she did, we got in the car and Harry told her everything while I sat in the back. I was a sobbing mess curled up in a ball.
Notes
Hoped you like it. If you are triggered by self-harm, drug use, abuse or the weird type of sexual content... I don't advice you to read this book. The abuse warning is a little late but.....
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5/30/15