6.
~ A m e l i a ~
The knife was placed on my cheek, but not with much pressure, so it couldn't cut me. Just its position though made me tremble. Harry was looking at me with his cold, green eyes and that stupid smirk that I hated so much was on his face.
"P-please don't." I said, my voice cracking in the end.
"You disobeyed me, love. You also tried to escape, so now, you'll have to be punished." he said.
Just then, I felt a sharp pain on my cheek, which caused my head to turn to the left and I lost my balance, falling on the floor. He slapped me. Tears started forming in my eyes and I blinked a few times, letting them fall down my face freely.
"Stand up." Harry commanded, but I didn't listen to him. I placed my hand on my now red cheek and stayed there. He grabbed me from my arm and pulled me up with force.
"You will do as I say!" he yelled and brought his face closer to mine, making me close my eyes in fear.
He slapped me again with the back of his hand, but this time, he didn't let me fall. Instead, he pushed me against the wall roughly and took the pocket knife in his hands again.
"This could be different, love, if you just listened to me." he said with his raspy voice sending shivers down my spine.
What was he going to do?
My cheeks and arm were hurting. I couldn't stop crying, but that didn't mean anything to him. He wanted to hurt me and nothing could stop him.
He put the knife on my cheek and applied pressure, causing it to cut my skin in two as he drew a line which ended near my jawline. I let out a cry and desperately begged him to stop.
When he pulled it away, there was blood on it and I was sure my face was covered in blood too. He put it in his pocket and rested his hand on the wall near my head. I was standing there, sobbing, and tried to stop the blood, which was now running down my neck, with my hands. He placed his hand on my waist where my skin was exposed due to my ripped t-shirt and brought his face closer to mine.
"Look what you made me do now. I ruined your pretty face, love." he said with sarcasm evident in his voice.
"You're a monster." I said looking at him in the eyes, trying to stop my tears. My cheek hurt badly.
"You haven't seen anything yet. I could kill you, for example." he said smirking.
"And why didn't you do it?"
"I don't know. Maybe because I want to have some fun first." he said and grabbed me by my hair, throwing me on the floor. I tried to stand up again, but he pushed me down with his foot without applying much pressure.
"And that's exactly what I'm doing right now." he looked at me and then kicked me on my torso, pushing me against the wall.
"Please s-stop." I begged and held my arm out to stop him but he snapped in out of the way. He was a lot stronger than me.
When he stopped, he knelt down and took my chin in between his hand.
"I hope you learnt your lesson." he said and left the room, closing and locking the door afterwards. I didn't move. I just couldn't. I was in too much pain and I'm sure my whole body was bruised. I stayed there, laying on my back as more tears streamed from the corners of my eyes.This was too much to handle.
* * *
I woke up as I felt someone near me. I opened my eyes, looking around me and as soon as I saw Harry, I slid my body back, touching the wall behind me. I was afraid of him, of what he could do. He sighed and parted his lips, ready to say something. But when he saw my frightened figure, he stopped. I looked at his hand and saw that he was holding a wet cloth. What was he doing?
"Come here." he said in a low and calm voice, gesturing for me to come closer. I looked at his hand and then at him, unsure of what his intentions were. Should I?
I stayed in place, studying Harry. He looked at me blankly, with no emotions in his eyes. I didn't know what to do I was scared after what had happened last night, he was so aggressive. Did he come back here to hurt me again? Wasn't yesterday enough for him?
"Will you come here or you will stay there staring at me?" he asked me, sounding so calm, like nothing happened yesterday, like I wasn't hurt and bruised because of him. Maybe he didn't even care. After all, I was nothing to him.
He ran his long fingers through his messy, curly hair, sighing heavily as he kept looking at my scared figure in the corner of the room. He stood up slowly and started taking some steps closer to me. I looked at the ground and when his feet came to view, I brought my legs near me, hugging my knees. He knelt down and hesitantly placed his hand on my arm, making me stiffen under his touch and I'm sure he noticed it.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Amelia." he said in an attempt to make me relax.
What surprised me the most was the fact that he called me for the first time by my name and not by using the word "love" like he always did. I turned my gaze to him, looking into his eyes. I parted my lips, trying to say something, but nothing came out.
"Alright then. Just let me help you with this." he said, obviously referring to the cut on my cheek and the dried blood on my face.
He placed his hand on the back of my neck, bringing my head closer so he could have a better view of my face. With the other hand that was holding the wet cloth, he started cleaning up the blood.
I started observing him as he was taking care of me. I looked at his strong and sharp jawline, his heart-shaped plump, pink lips and those green mesmerising eyes. He looked so different when he wasn't angry. He looked almost angelic, I may say, but I knew very well that he was nothing but a monster; a dangerous criminal. His eyebrows were slightly frowning, and his bottom lip was brought between his teeth as he was concentrating so hard on what he was doing.
"This may hurt a bit." he said and looked down at me. But as soon as his eyes met mine, he looked away again.
When he started cleaning the big cut on my cheek, I flinched a bit and made a quite weird sound, due to pain that I felt. It hurt. It really hurt, and it was all because of him.
"I finished." he said and let go of my head.
I nodded my head and looked down at my feet, avoiding him.
"Um... Do you want to take a shower?" he asked me.
I could tell that he was feeling awkward and was trying to not talk about what happened yesterday, but I would never forget that. I nodded my head again and stood up slowly, leaning on the wall behind me, trying not to fall. I was feeling really weak. Harry walked out of the room, leaving the door open, which was a sign for me to follow him. Taking small steps, I made my way out of the room and went to the bathroom where Harry stood, closing the window to make sure that I wouldn't leave again.
"Just to make sure." he said and walked out, closing the door behind him.
I approached the faucet and looked at myself in the mirror that was on the wall in front of me. I was a complete mess. One cheek had a long and deep cut on it, and the other one was bruised because of Harry hitting me. I sighed and took off my ripped, dirty t-shirt revealing my torso in which some parts had a weird colour of blue and purple, due to the hits he gave me. An unwanted tear fell down my face from the corner of my eye as I remembered again what happened last night. I wiped it away with the back of my hand and started unbuckling my belt to take off my black skinny jeans.
~ H a r r y ~
I threw the bloody cloth on the sink and started washing my hands when I heard my phone ringing. I quickly dried my hands on my clothes and grabbed the phone that was laying on the sofa.
"Yeah?" I asked, as I answered the called. "No, don't worry. I'll be there... Yeah, I know that... No, don't do anything stupid. Wait for me to come, okay?"
I hung up and put the phone in my pocket. I took some of the cleaned clothes, one of my white plain shirt and a pair of sweatpants, and walked towards the bathroom to give them to Amelia.
When I reached the bathroom door, I noticed that it wasn't closed properly and that it was slightly open. I couldn't resist, so I looked through the small space and saw her. Amelia was standing in front of the mirror in only her bra and underwear. Her torso had small bruises, just like her face, and it was all my fault. I kind of felt bad for what I did.
No, Harry, you can't feel bad. She is a nothing to you. when you finish your job here, you will leave and everything will be fine, my inner voice said. That was right. I was not weak. I was a criminal; the most wanted one. Feeling bad for someone was not something I did. I cleared my throat and knocked on the door.
"One minute." she said taking her shirt in front of her body to cover her torso. She hadn't realised that I was watching her. She poked her head outside of the door and looked at me with a confused expression.
"W-what do you what?" she asked me, almost in a whisper.
"Wear these." I told her, giving them to her and then I turning around and walking away .
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