Hideaway [h.s]

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EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO

It was late, too late for Harry to be awake- but he was not feeling well at all. His chest felt like a hundred pounds and his throat was so hoarse and soar. The coughs were scratchy and thick, all of hi sinuses were blocked. Although he needed to cough hard, he was too scared. He knew that his parents room was right next to theirs. He if he woke his father up from coughing, he would be punished for it. Axel never liked to be disturbed in his sleep.

But Harry couldn't help it, after all he was sicker then a dog. Being only six, you need to be taken care of when you're ill- but no one took care of Harry. Elizabeth was in the bed on the other side of his room, laying awake and looking at her older brother as he couldn't control the coughs from deep in his throat. She looked nervous, she knew how bad it would be for him if Axel woke up.

Harry's face was buried in the thin pillow beneath his head. He coughed into the burning fabric, trying to mask the noise that was seeking through the paper walls. He couldn't stop this coughing fit he was having, it was too strong to hold in.

"Fuck!" The loud booming noises were heard from the room next to Elizabeth's and Harry's. The poor little boys heart stopped at the familiar cuss that held so much hatred behind the thick deep voice- hatred for his children. Harry's aching limbs felt numb and his heart race increased, causing him to sweat profusely just from the audible noise from the room opposing his wall.

The foot steps stomped out of bed, each step making Harry more nauseous then the one before. Elizabeth's hid under his blanket, hoping and praying her older brother won't get punished for something he merely can't control.

When the old cracked wood door flew open, the hallway light shined into Harry's eye- whom wasn't coughing anymore. The treacherous silhouette of the six foot bulky man was something out of Harry's nightmares. His fists were clenched, his head almost hitting the doorway.

"You don't know how to fucking shut up!" His bellowing voice filled the small room like a drum.

"I c-can't control i-" Harry didn't even get to finish his sentence before his small nimble body was ripped out of the bed, the blanket taken with him in his abusive fathers opposing hand.

"You're a fucking little shit!" He screams while gripping Harry's upper arm to the point where it will bruise. He dragged Harry out of his room, his feet sliding against the ground as he has no strength.

"Stop!" Harry shout in fear for what will happen next.

"You think you can just wake up your mother and I in the middle of the night!" He shouts while tossing Harry harshly against the hallway wall. He bashes his head hard, enough to somehow cut his temple. He falls to the ground in impact, his headache a hundred times worse then it was before.

Axel got a fistful of the back of Harry's shirt, now dragging him towards the kitchen.

Harry squirmed as he gets fought dragged down the hallway to the kitchen. Axel grabbed the door handle to the pitch black basement, just making Harry's heart pound more.

"You wanna make fucking noise? Then you can live here for now on!" He screams while tossing Harry in the dark cold abyss of a basement. Harry tumbled down the few steps onto the concrete floor, making his stomach tense in nausea.

"You wanna go too?" Axel shouts to someone from the doorway, disappearing from it for a moment until he comes back clutching Elizabeth's thin arm. Harry's heart raced as he saw Elizabeth get chucked down the stairs as well, but Harry caught her before she hit the cold ground.