Innocence and its opposite
Silent
I eventually fell asleep on my side with Harry spooning behind me. I was still in complete and utter shock, I never thought he would do something like that to me. That night I dreamed of Harry not stopping but keep going as he beat me up. I tried to scream but my voice was mangled just like the rest of my body. When Harry grabbed my arms and started dragging me out of the room yelling " you will think again before you try and leave". I woke up screaming and thrashing all around and then I felt Harry's arms wrap around me whispering thing that would've soothed me But when I turned around, his bright green eyes reminded me of the dream I just woke up to. I
scrambled out of bed and ran downstairs, Harry hot on my trail asking where I was going. And if I wanted to talk about my dream, yea I wanted to talk about it to someone but just not the one who caused it. I quickly snuck into the coat closet downstairs but not before be saw me. I locked the door and when he tried to open it I screamed and started to panick once I knew he would not stop until he opened the door. That's when it came to me, last night he caused me so much pain left me with my whole back bruised and a giant purple hand print on my face. I still loved Harry and I think I can forgive him but he won't get off the hook all that easily. I came up with a plan that I wouldn't verbally talk to Harry until the handprint on my face was to go away. I was thinking about my back but I already know that is going to take way longer to heal. Right when I thought about my plan I heard the doorknob jiggle, and the door burst open. Harry's eyes met mine and I just stared at him, waiting for a first reaction but then I thought of how he is going to be able to see my bruises in the morning. The guilt is going to eat him alive, once the sun rises he will see the pain that he caused me.
scrambled out of bed and ran downstairs, Harry hot on my trail asking where I was going. And if I wanted to talk about my dream, yea I wanted to talk about it to someone but just not the one who caused it. I quickly snuck into the coat closet downstairs but not before be saw me. I locked the door and when he tried to open it I screamed and started to panick once I knew he would not stop until he opened the door. That's when it came to me, last night he caused me so much pain left me with my whole back bruised and a giant purple hand print on my face. I still loved Harry and I think I can forgive him but he won't get off the hook all that easily. I came up with a plan that I wouldn't verbally talk to Harry until the handprint on my face was to go away. I was thinking about my back but I already know that is going to take way longer to heal. Right when I thought about my plan I heard the doorknob jiggle, and the door burst open. Harry's eyes met mine and I just stared at him, waiting for a first reaction but then I thought of how he is going to be able to see my bruises in the morning. The guilt is going to eat him alive, once the sun rises he will see the pain that he caused me.
Keep writing please. I love this story
3/22/14