Shes not afraid

Chapter 3

I quickly looked away from his dazzling green eyes. Then I did what I was best at. I fought. Without warning I slapped his cheek. He looked at me with no anger. No pain. Not even pity. His face was totally emotionless. And that broke me. I collapsed on my hands and knees and screamed.

Although we didnt talk, he knew exactly what he did to me.

'Look. I....I know this is kinda crazy but..... I can understand you by just looking in your eyes. I hate to break. I know you would too. But neither of us have. So dont scream over it.' his words were very straight forward and I knew what he meant. Neither of us could just break like that. And we didnt.

'You....' I was going to put all my mind into that. The most venom a word could hold. I wanted to break him with my stare. But I couldnt. My words came out soft and calming and my gaze showed nothing but the previous emotinlesness. He was my equall. And I couldnt do anything to him because I understood what it felt like. What it felt like to never be loved and cared for.

' Sorry. I.....I have never seen anyone just the same as me. I'm sorry for the slap. But..... you know coz we're both on the same ground..... maybe you could tell me about you?' It came out as more of a question than I meant.

Harry's POV

Her beautifull amber eyes reflected the pain and hurt in mine. Equally as covered up. I knew what she was even though I didn't even know her name. I would tell her my life if she asked. I knew I shouldnt break but this wouldnt be the same. She was the same as me. And she asked.

Katties POV

'Well my name is Harry and I live down the road from you. I justoved in there. My parents are both drunkies and are abusive for as long as I can remember. I love places like this. They relax me and I can write here. They feel more like home than my house acually does. I can tell you more later but thats the long story short.' He poured his heart out to me. My story was exactly the same.

'Well..... you have just told my story. My name is Kattie. I love being called Kat but no one calls me that. And obviously I dont live down the road from myself. I officially live down the road from you but home to me is here. My parents are also abusive. But they werent always. When I was ten I was raped on my way home from my friends house and got pregnant. They of course didnt believe me and hated me. They made me have an abortion. Since then I locked every one out. And changed. They hated me and got abusive. Justin Bieber always calms me down when it gets bad.' I told him my life story. And I can tell you it felt so good.