Unfaithful

Chapter 13

Ella's POV

I walked down stairs and made sure dad didn't see me going outside on different clothes otherwise he will get suspicious. I tip toed into the lounge room towards the door, I couldn't see dad anywhere. I turned around to look into the kitchen but he wasn't in there, I glanced in the lounge room and he wasn't there either, he must have gone upstairs or something while I was in the shower.

I walked towards the door and opened it very quietly and slid outside trying not to make a sound. Once I closed the door I made my way to the letter box and decided to wait there for Harry.

5 minutes later he shows up. Right on time.

He walks up to me and looks at me with a very strong yet intimidating look.

"What did you want to 'talk' about." I air quoted.

He took a step towards me and pushed me up against the letter box. I winced because our letter box is made of bricks and when you get pushed up against a brick letter box it hurts.

His face came closer to my face and for a second I could see a light shade of pink on his cheeks but that quickly faded away. I watched him pull something out of his pocket and I saw a glimpse of silver.

Thousands of thoughts were racing in my mind, like was it a bracelet? Necklace? But the worst possible thought was a knife. I watched him bring the object out of his pocket and I was right. It was a knife, not a big butchers knife just a small cutting one. it looked very sharp, like it had just been sharpened. I was petrified, Harry wouldn't hurt me? But I wouldn't know anything I only just met him a few days ago.

He put his lips to my ear and whispered
"you know I've been watching you." he says.
"that's not creepy at all." I state.

His grip on me tightens.

"Now, I don't want you going near that Sam guy ok?"
"and why exactly is that?" I try to say confidently.
"don't answer back to me Ella." he growled.
I gulped, I couldn't speak when he brought the knife to my neck.
"I just need to ask. Why is there a knife involved?" I question, but that was probably not a smart decision.
"don't tell me what I can and can't do Ella." he says sternly.

"GOT IT?!" He yelled loud enough for the neighbours to hear.
"Y-yes I g-got it" I managed to say.
"You better listen to me or your pretty little boyfriend is gonna pay." he growled.
"Yes, I understand." I said more confidently now even though on the inside I was about to break down.
"Good, now be a good girl and give me a kiss goodnight."
He took the knife away from my neck and place it back in his pocket. I wonder how it hasn't gone through his jeans? Wouldn't it cut him?

I was brought back to reality when I felt Harry's hot breath hit the back of my neck, I saw that his hands were placed through my arms and behind me on top of the letterbox.

He started kissing my neck and then kissed my cheek. I didn't do anything I was just completely frozen stiff.

"ca-can I just ask one thing?" I manage to say.
"what." he growled back harshly.
"why are you like this?" I question

Without answering my question he attacked my lips, roughly and with a lot of power. He kicked my leg to make me kiss back but I couldn't. I did like Harry when I first met him, he was cute and everything but now I'm not so sure.

He kicked me again and much harder than before, but I didn't kiss back, I didn't want him in control. This is my body, and I have the right to do what I want with it.

I pushed him away and he stumbled backwards that was the moment i could run, I started running towards my from door but he grabbed onto my wrist rather hard. I turned to face him and his lips looked swollen, well mate you shouldn't of kissed me that rough, I thought.

"You shouldn't have done that" He spoke up.

Before I knew it his hand connected with my face leaving it stinging like hell.

After that he just looked at me ad walked off into the night. I felt like crying but I had to stay strong. I can't let this boy treat me like this.

"and to answer your question. your mine and I can do what ever I please with you." he states with a smirk.
"I'm not a toy Harry." I argue.

I ran inside not bothering if I made a lot of noise. I closed the door and went straight up to my room to change.

I checked my phone and it read 12:30. I quickly changed into my PJ's and hopped into bed.

I pulled the covers over me and started to think about the events that had just taken place. Would Harry actually hurt me? Or is he just doing this to look tougher, thoughts were racing around in my head giving me a headache.

My cheek was still hurting, I better cover it up with make-up tomorrow, but for now I need some sleep.

I drifted off until I saw nothing but black.