Prologue
“Harry,come to mummy.”
I quickly ran to the nearest room and hid under the bed. I heard a few noises out side of the room when the door flew open. Except it wasn’t my mum.
“What the fuck did I tell you about being in our room? Get the fuck out!” My dad yelled.
I jumped at his voice, causing me to hit my head to hit the wood above me , making me burst into tears.
“YOU WANNA CRY? ILL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT!” My dad yelled pulling me out from under the bed, holding me up by my neck.
“Dez! He’s only a baby stop!” My mum yelled.
“Shut up bitch! He’s three years old he should fucking know better than to cry.
A second later I fell to the ground, blood immediately pouring from my nose.
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“Are you okay” a boy asked, sitting down on the grass next to me. I felt I should answer but I didn’t want to embarrass myself any further. “It’s okay. You don’t have to answer. I can stay and talk or I could listen.” The boy smiled. His beautiful eyes meeting my green ones. “At least tell me your name, and more if you’d like.” He smiled.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I wondered aloud. He was quiet for a second, a look of fear covering his features.
“Because, you’re in.. what.. seventh grade?” He shook his head. ” ya know what that doesn’t matter. Nobody deserves to be hurting. So again if you want to tell me what’s wrong, you can but if you don’t, I completely understand. But just know I would never tell anyone. If I didnt care, I wouldn’t be here.”
I sat for a moment. Silence filling the air.
“Harry.. that’s my.. that’s my name.” I muttered out fresh tears rolling down my cheeks.
“My dad.. he hurts me and my mum really bad. And I try to protect her but I’m only 12 and I can’t do much.... I... I just want it to stop.”
“He never fucking stops.” I cried out. The word feeling strange on my tongue.
The boy was quiet. The feeling that I revealed to much washed over me as I cried some more. But instead of leaving, the boy pulled me into a hug.
" I’m so sorry Harry. You don’t deserve that. You’re so beautiful and you deserve the world. I’m sure your mum does too.”
Once again it was silent but in the best way possible.
