princess |h.s| (#wattys2018)

eleven

Ellies p.o.v

I did as asked not wanting to be hurt.

the second my knees hit the soft ground there was a loud bang at the front door.

"shit," harry mumbled. "stay here"

I watched him closely as he opened the window above the bed.

"harry?"

"i love you so damn much. ill be back."

then he jumped.

AFTER

"is that all you can remember?"

"yes sir."

I sit still in shock of what just happened.

"you're lucky you got out of there alive."

the man that I was madly in love with could've killed me.

but he didn't.

the thing is I still feel something for him, after all of that somehow I do.

after telling the police what happened over 4 times I was on my way home.

all the kids on the street were at my house, curiously watching the commotion.

the police car I was tightly buckled into pulled up on my driveway.

I finally looked up from my hands when the car stopped.

my mom was being walked out in handcuffs by a tall fit police officer.

he pulled her head down and shoved her into the police car parked in front of us.

"i can pack your stuff if you want to stay in the car."

I snap out of my thoughts and look at the cop sitting next to me.

"no, I'm fine. thank you."

my vans hit the ground loudly as I jump out of the car.

the second my head is in view of the crowd gathering around my front lawn they all went quiet.

"whore."

I feel my chest start heaving.

"all of you off of my fucking lawn. NOW."

I scream through gritted teeth.

a large hand meet my lower back and starts tracing circles.

I imagine turning around and meeting harrys face, I loved when he traced circles on my back.

I turn and to much disappointment its just a police officer.

he leads me inside.

my sister is sitting at the dinning room table talk to an officer.

the second her eyes meet mine we both run towards each other.

she squeezes me so tight that my feet are lifted off the ground.

she lets go and keeps her hands on my shoulders looking me in the eyes.

I study her face.

her face is clean of any makeup, her cheeks are a bright red with tears stained on them.

I look around the house, I sigh when I realize this will be the last time I'm here.

they informed me that they are moving me to San Francisco, a studio apartment is there waiting for me.

when I was sitting in the questioning room they explained to me that since Harry was still on the run I had to change my name and location.

I choose the name Daisy after my grandmother.

"I'm going to miss you."

my sister whispers snapping me out of my thoughts.

I choke down a sob and snuggle into her.

I look down at her arms and see several needle markings.

"what are those from?"

she pushes me off of her as I make the sick realization.

her cheekbones were sunken in, she has several rashes down her neck, she had lost an abnormal amount of weight.

my dad caught my sister shooting up heroin two years ago.

she was admitted to a rehab.

"oh my god."

was all I could manage to choke out.

"ellie, please."

"I'm so glad I'm leaving have fun shooting up by yourself."

the second I said that her eyes fall into a droopy mess.

regret washes over my body, but I didn't care.

I look down and start walking up the stairs to my room.

tears fall as I pull clothes out of my drawers into a suitcase.

I finish packing my stuff and take a glance around my room.

"goodbye."

I mutter to the air.

my sister is sitting at the kitchen counter when I go down the stairs.

"ellie."

I give her the middle finger and walk out.

my eyes travel around the yard, no one except the many police cars were in sight.

I look down and see a bouquet of daisys.

I let out a giggle at the irony.

a police officer walks over.

"quite a coincidence isn't it?"

I laugh and he takes my suitcase.

he grins and bends down for the flowers and hands them to me.

"i can get my suitcase, really."

"its my pleasure."

I smile even though on the inside I'm cringing.

this man was hitting on me.

how dare he hit on me when I belong to harry.

I furrow my eyebrows, what the fuck am I saying.

my feet blindly carry me to the car that my suitcase is being lugged to.

he opens the door for me and I get in and buckle myself in.

after a bit he gets in and starts the car.

"next stop San Francisco."