Saving Gace

“AND WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!?” my father screamed as he came charging toward me.

Shit. “I was doing homework. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it was so late.”

“YEAH RIGHT. WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU DOING HOMEWORK AT THIS LATE?” he screamed in my face.

“The coffee shop,” I quickly lied. “They closed at 9 and I had to walk home.” I was not about to tell him about the field. That’s the only place I have to get away from all of this.

“Well you should have called,” he spat.

Of course Maum didn’t cover for me. This her fault anyway. She’s the one who told me not to come home. She could have at least covered for me.

“I’m sorry, Dad. It won’t happen again,” I tried to say calmly. I might be pissed since I’m getting yelled at for no reason, but I’ve learned to take it. I really don’t want a repeat of what happened last time.

Wham. His had slapped across my face, leaving a red handprint, no doubt. “YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN!”

I can’t take it anymore. This isn’t my fault, and I didn’t even argue back this time. “What was that for?” I yelled at him.

His fist made contact with my side this time leaving me on the floor and breathless. “FOR BEING A DISAPPOINTMENT! YOU’RE THE REASON YOUR MOTHER AND I FIGHT ALL THE TIME,” he screamed. His fist came flying at me again. This time I tried rolling out of the way. I wasn’t quickly enough. He still managed to make contact with my arm. Luckily he missed his target of hitting me in the stomach.

He walked away fuming, leaving me to lay there writhing in pain. I laid in a puddle of my own tears as I let out endless, uncontrollable sobs. The pain was overbearing and soon the overwhelming thoughts followed. What did I do to deserve this? Why would my mum let this continue to happen? Is there anyone who can save me from this place?

I don’t know how long I was left on the floor. Too long. No one came to check on me, not even Mum. I pulled myself together long enough to make my way up to my room. I closed the door and flipped the light on. I removed my shirt so I was just standing in my bra and stepped in front of the mirror to examine the damage.

I came completely undone again. The sight was too much. I was covered in deep purple bruises. My arms, stomach, ribs… everywhere. Not to mention the handprint that was still evident across my left check. I looked a mess. The bruises, my hair, and now my extremely red and puffy eyes. I looked at my alarm clock. One hour. They left me on the floor for one hour. I began crying harder.

I made my way over to my dresser to grab some pajamas when something caught my eye. My window was open, and there he was. A very stunned Harry Styles staring back at me. Our rooms faced each other’s and he stood at the window with his mouth open in disbelief with a look of absolute horror and sadness at the sight in front of him. I began crying again and quickly shut my curtains.

He saw. He saw everything. I don’t know how I’ll cover it this time. He saw the marks on my arms earlier, but that was nothing compared to the marks that were still covered up, not to mention the new ones that were already bruising. I really hope he doesn’t tell anyone. This could not get any worse. Shit. Yes it could. I’ll have to face Harry at school tomorrow.

Notes

Sorry, this one is a shorter chapter. I promise they get better.