Shattered

Chapter 6

We all got up and walked towards her room.

"Wait. I think we shouldn't all go in at the same time, she might need some space." Said Tessa.

"You're right." I said agreeably.

"Harry would you like to go in first?" Tessa asked.

"Oh umm...sure." I said nervously.

I don't want to get her upset.

I walked in and saw her laying on the bed hooked up to a bunch of machines.

She looked beautiful. She had dark spots under her eyes, and looked exhausted, but regardless, she was absolutely stunning.

"Hey." I said.

"Harry what are you doing here." She whispered. Probably from no energy.

"Oh well I found you. And donated blood. So umm...I just wanted to see if you're okay." I said timidly.

"I'm fine." She said weakly.

Clearly she wasn't, or we wouldn't be I. A hospital right now.

"Don't ever try to kill yourself again please? That really sacred everyone. You're worth it. Trust me. You're beautiful and don't anyone tell you other wise." I said taking another step towards her.

She just looked at me.

"Umm...okay uhh I'll let Tessa come in." I said backing away.

"Harry." She said quietly.

"Yeah?" I asked

"Thank you." She said with a slight smile.

"You're very welcome." I said walking over and kissing her on the forehead.

"But, I still can't trust you. Sorry." She said then looked away.

"Okay." I said, deciding not to push her any farther right now.

I walked out feeling hurt.

Why hadn't she forgave me?

--

(SARAH'S POV.)

I'm walking home and hear footsteps behind me.

I look back and nobody is there.

I keep walking and hear them again.

I look back, no one there again.

I walk across the park to take a shortcut home as I see it's getting dark.

I feel a hand wrap around my mouth.

"Shh." I hear him say.

He takes me to the alley parallel to the park.

He pushes me to the ground and I finally look up to see who it is.

Harry.

"H-H-Harry. Wh-What do you want?" I ask trying not to shake.

"What do I want?" He says taking a step towards me as he grabs me by the arm, pulling me up.

"I want a lot little girl." He whispers in my ear, giving me shivers.

"Please don't." I whimper.

"Oh please, no one would want you anyway. You're a worthless piece of shit." He practically spits at me.

"L-Leave me a-alone." I say not being able to control my stutter.

"You're nothing. No one would ever want you. Do you ever see any guys looking at you? No. Because they don't want you. No one would want a little slut like you." He says, his green eyes now black.

"That's not true." I say starting to tear up.

"Oh really? Tell me how." He says with a smirk.

"I d-don't know." I reply.

"Exactly. Just face it. You'll never be loved." He snaps.

"Why do you do this?" I say crying.

"Because. You should know the truth. You're an embarrassment. No wonder your parents never pay attention to you and always fight." He says.

Ouch. He's the only on who knows that. What happened to my bestfriend?

I ignore him as I start crying even harder.

I start to walk home again and I feel his tight grip on my arm.

"Where you going, babe?" He says spinning me around to face him.

"I'm not done with you yet." He says with a smirk as his hand caresses my cheek.

"Get away from me." I try to say bravely.

He doesn't reply. Just slaps me.

"Stop!" I say finally getting out of his hold.

"Don't tell me what to do." He says still smirking.

I slap him. Hard.

"What the fuck!" He screams grabbing his cheek.

I take the chance to run, but not too long after I hear his heavy footsteps behind me.

"Get the fuck back here!" He says as he reaches me.

He grabs my arm and pulls me towards him.

"Never slap me again. Never. Do you understand?" He says as if he's scolding a child.

He doesn't give me a chance to reply as he picks me up by the waist and carries me to his car.

"Let me go!" I holler.

"Shut up." He snaps.

He puts me in the front seat, and puts child's lock on so I can't escape.

He climbs in the driver's seat and pulls away from the curb.

"What are you doing?!" I scream.

"Just shut up will you?" He says not as harsh, maybe even a little...guilty?

"I'm taking you home." He says.

"K." I say.

"You're still a whore though. Like seriously how many guys have you slept with this week? Must be a new record." He snaps. Back to being a dick.

"Stop. Please." I say as I feel tears brim my eyes, once again.

"Aww why? Am I making you cry? Not my fault your just a little slut who will do anything to get some. You disgust me. You're really pathetic." He says.

"I hate you." I say as harsh as I can.

I try to open the door, forgetting it's on child's lock.

"You're not going anywhere, bitch. What it I take you home with me? Would you like that? I bet you would. Slut." He snaps.

"I am not a slut." I say.

"Get out." He says as he pulls up to a random house.

"What?" I ask.

"I said get out!" He screams.

I climb out the back door and start running.

Sarah.

Sarah.

Sarah.

Who's saying my name?

I feel a tap on my shoulder and finally wake up, realizing it was all just a dream. Or flashback?

-

I wake up to see Harry standing there looking at me.

I'm drenched in sweat. Ew.

"Umm hey you looked like you were having a nightmare or something so I thought I should wake you up. And also it's time for you to leave." He says as he walks out.

-