Mistreated
Battle - Part 1
Iris’s POV:
Every day, Harry bought me lunch at school, even if I already had food. It’s getting annoying that he’s still trying to stay on my good side. There’s a possibility that in the beginning of all of this, Harry actually wanted to be my friend, but Riley changed everything. All the things Andrew said makes sense to me.
I left Harry in the cafeteria with Riley after the lasagna incident. That must be when Riley told him he had to prove to her that he liked her and only her. That must be when she told him Scott raped me and to not touch me. She had to have told him because he came straight to me afterwards and knew everything. He knew exactly how to handle me.
Riley and Scott “sleeping together” in Harry’s car, I never actually saw it happen. Harry knew I didn’t see. If you think about it, it makes perfect sense. Harry and Riley wanted to make it seem like they were completely over so Harry could have the opportunity to crush my heart some more by making me think he had feelings for me. He’s just another pawn in Riley’s game. At least that’s what I thought until today…
Tuesday October 29th
It was just another regular boring day. At lunch I didn’t want Harry to get me food, so I decided to take my chances and go to the cafeteria myself. Like always, the whole cafeteria became silent and all eyes were on me. I chose to ignore it rather than looking at all of them since looking will only make me run. I began placing things on my tray and moving with the line. I suddenly felt two strong hands grab my waist. I froze in place, my eyes widening in shock.
“I missed you Baby,” a scratchy voice sounded in my ear. I felt his warm breath on my neck as he pressed me to his chest. “Did you miss me?”
I pushed Scott away, “Leave me alone!” He looked shocked by my reaction. Hell, I didn’t even know I had it in me to do that. People just sat there watching us as if we were their entertainment.
Scott scratched the back of his head and chuckled nervously at the audience we had. Then he leaned into my ear. “Listen Bitch, and listen well,” Scott spat. “You will not humiliate me again, or you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
Shit. Flashbacks of when he raped me began playing in my mind over and over. I don’t want to go through that again.
“I believe she told you to back off,” Harry stood behind Scott, clenching his fists. Great, just what I need.
“This is none of your business,” Scott growled at the boy.
Harry inched closer to Scott so he was towering over him, “I suggest that you leave, now.” Wait, is he helping me? God, will he ever stop?
“Or what?” Scott chuckled. “You’ll try to hit me?”
Harry smirked, “I won’t miss this time.” Before I knew it, Harry’s fist collided with Scott’s face. Scott turned flaming red before he gripped Harry’s shirt and ran him into a wall. He began punching Harry repeatedly and I could tell he was hitting Harry in places he was already bruised. Scott managed to land one more punch on Harry's face before Harry head-butted Scott and shoved him to the ground, purposely making himself fall on top of the dirty guy to pin him.
Harry’s boys suddenly ran pass me. Louis and Niall tried removing Harry from Scott but Harry pulled out of their grips. Zayn wound up shaking his head at them, telling them there's nothing they could do. Liam actually began helping Harry, kicking Scott's legs.
“Liam, stop it!” Sophia screamed at him.
Perrie ran towards the boys, “Both of you, knock it off!” It was no use, none of them listened.
“Stop!” Riley screamed, attracting attention to herself. Harry stopped hitting the boy but kept one hand attached to Scott’s shirt. “Stop it you idiots!”
“You’re the only idiot here, you Manipulative Bitch,” Harry stood to his feet and nodded to Liam to stop as well.
“Excuse me?” she grinded her teeth.
“You heard me,” he growled and then stormed out of the cafeteria.
She followed him, waving her fist in the air, “Get back here, Asshole! I’m not done with you!”
I stood like a stone in my position. What just happened? I looked over and Scott who was starting to stand to his feet, holding his bloody jaw and his shin. Poor guy. NOT. Despite the fact that I’m still angry at Harry, I’m glad he fucked this Son of Bitch up. Scott deserved that and so much more. As always, I’m still left confused. Perrie and Zayn both shot me looks of sorrow. Why does he feel bad for me? Why does she care at all? Not only were they staring at me, but everyone else in the cafeteria shot me horrified expressions. I felt uncomfortable with all of this, so I walked out of the cafeteria.
When I walked into the hallway, I saw a little bit of blood on the floor. Fuck. Harry’s hurt pretty badly too. Wait, I shouldn't care. Stop caring. I decided I was going to leave school for the day and went to my locker to get the rest of my crap. After all that, I think I’d rather be at home where nothing goes on. As I walked towards the double doors that led me out of the building, I spotted a familiar face in the nurse’s office. Harry. His hands gripped the bed as he sat there, staring hard at the ground. He looked so…helpless.
I know I might regret it, but my feet walked towards the room he was in. I leaned in the doorway and observed the boy, trying to find the source of the blood. “Hey,” I managed to tug the corners of my mouth into a smile which quickly changed back to neutral.
“This school is fucking shit,” he kept his eyes on the floor. “The nurse isn’t even here.”
“Well, what do you need?” I walked over and sat in the nurse’s chair. Don’t mind if I do. It's not like she's using it anyways.
He held his nasty hand up for me to examine. Eight days ago, this thing looked brutal. It looked slightly better today: the scabbing was smaller and it was no longer bruised. The problem was his scabs opened back up and his whole hand was covered in blood.
“You need a nurse to clean this up?” I raised my brows. All he has to do is wash it, put gauze on it, and wrap it up. I could do that on my own, there’s no reason he shouldn’t be able to do it.
“I want someone to notice,” his eyes finally met mine. His nose was bleeding from the final blow he received from Scott. “I want them to look at my bruises and just know.”
Our roles are definitely reversed. Harry was now the vulnerable one who wanted people to know his story. I’m where Harry was a month ago, pitying him. I feel sorry for him, even if he did break me. I never wanted anyone in my shoes. I never wanted anyone to feel what I feel. I just wanted them to understand.
I stood up from the stool and pulled Harry up with me. I walked him over to the sink and I placed his hand under the faucet. I gently rubbed his wounds with my fingers, making sure the water washes away all the blood. Not all of that blood was his, I could tell. I grabbed a paper towel from its dispenser and moistened it with the tap water before bringing it to Harry’s nose and wiping it clean of blood.
“Did it hurt?” I asked him as I continued to blot his nose with the wet towel. “Did your hand hurt when you hit him?” It was already injured. I wonder what even happened to it, but after hearing him tell Scott, 'I won't miss this time,' I have a pretty good feeling I already know.
“No. There was so much adrenaline pumping in my body, I couldn’t feel a thing.”
I curled my lips, “Lucky.”
“What?”
I walked over to a trashcan and threw the towel away. Then, I grabbed some gauze and wrap and made Harry sit back on the bed. I sat in the nurse’s chair again and got to work on bandaging his hand. “I wish I could feel nothing. I’d rather feel nothing than feel everything.”
He pointed to my scarred wrist which now has five cut marks, “Does it help?”
“Only for a couple seconds,” I stayed concentrated on his hand.
“You really shouldn’t do that to yourself.”
I sighed, “Harry, I’d rather be dead, but God won’t let me die.”
“That’s because God gave us a job: to help each other,” he started bouncing his leg.
“I wish I could believe that but lately I haven’t known what to believe,” I secured his wrap and placed his hand onto his lap.
“I get it,” he stroked his bandage. “Trust me, I know what you mean. I’m sorry for everything, Mercy. Really.” He stood up and started walking out.
“Harry,” I called after him. He faced me to see what I wanted. “Thank you.”
He shook his head, “No. Thank you, for everything.” And with that, he walked out. He just used my line on me. Things really are off.
“Iris!” Riley shouted after me as I was walking down the stairs outside of the school.
I rolled my eyes, “Look Riley, I’m not really in the mood to deal with-“ I stopped talking when I realized she had been crying. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s something you should know.” The last time I heard that, I wound up trying to kill myself. There's no way this will be any better. “It’s about Andrew, Scott and I.”
I bit my lip, “Okay?” I’m curious as to what this will be. She pointed at the stairs for us to sit at, and I reluctantly sat my butt down next to her.
“Nothing was fake, it was all real,” she sniffled. “Whatever it is that Harry was feeling for you, it was real.”
“If you’re still fucking with me, I swear I’ll-“
She interrupted me, “I’m not lying. Andrew and I have been following you guys around for weeks; ever since you ran from the cafeteria. Andrew was just showing up to school that day, and I sent him after you. We know all about the train track, the whole ‘no touching’ thing, the Clarissa thing, him giving you the iPod, you guys learning ASL…everything.”
“What?” I didn’t even know what to say.
A tear trailed down her cheek, “I was so angry. The look he gave you when I knocked your tray into you, he hasn’t looked at me like that since we met. My boyfriend was lusting over you. Something inside me just snapped. Andrew still likes me and Scott follows me like a lost puppy, so I used them. It was easy. I just told them what to do, and it was all working perfectly. The only problem is…” she paused and started sobbing. “I didn’t want to hurt him, I just wanted to hurt you. I didn't think he cared for you so much. I didn’t even know why he broke up with me.”
My mouth hung open in shock, “I…Why are you telling me this?”
“He told me what I needed to hear, and now I’m returning the favor,” she wiped her puffy red eyes.
“Shouldn’t you be telling Harry this then?”
She shook her head, “I don’t have to.”
I knew exactly why she said that. I didn’t even say another word to her before standing to my feet and just running. I ran to the train track and found the curly haired boy laying on the track.
“You knew!” I yelled as I ran up to him. “You knew this whole time!”
He sat up and nodded to me, “Yeah, I did.”
I slapped his shoulder and panted, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Do you think that adding more confusion on your plate would’ve helped your situation!?” he yelled with worry in his tone.
I plopped down next to him and rested my head on my knees, “Well, tell me now."
“Okay” he slid his body closer to me. “I'll tell you everything..."
Every day, Harry bought me lunch at school, even if I already had food. It’s getting annoying that he’s still trying to stay on my good side. There’s a possibility that in the beginning of all of this, Harry actually wanted to be my friend, but Riley changed everything. All the things Andrew said makes sense to me.
I left Harry in the cafeteria with Riley after the lasagna incident. That must be when Riley told him he had to prove to her that he liked her and only her. That must be when she told him Scott raped me and to not touch me. She had to have told him because he came straight to me afterwards and knew everything. He knew exactly how to handle me.
Riley and Scott “sleeping together” in Harry’s car, I never actually saw it happen. Harry knew I didn’t see. If you think about it, it makes perfect sense. Harry and Riley wanted to make it seem like they were completely over so Harry could have the opportunity to crush my heart some more by making me think he had feelings for me. He’s just another pawn in Riley’s game. At least that’s what I thought until today…
Tuesday October 29th
It was just another regular boring day. At lunch I didn’t want Harry to get me food, so I decided to take my chances and go to the cafeteria myself. Like always, the whole cafeteria became silent and all eyes were on me. I chose to ignore it rather than looking at all of them since looking will only make me run. I began placing things on my tray and moving with the line. I suddenly felt two strong hands grab my waist. I froze in place, my eyes widening in shock.
“I missed you Baby,” a scratchy voice sounded in my ear. I felt his warm breath on my neck as he pressed me to his chest. “Did you miss me?”
I pushed Scott away, “Leave me alone!” He looked shocked by my reaction. Hell, I didn’t even know I had it in me to do that. People just sat there watching us as if we were their entertainment.
Scott scratched the back of his head and chuckled nervously at the audience we had. Then he leaned into my ear. “Listen Bitch, and listen well,” Scott spat. “You will not humiliate me again, or you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
Shit. Flashbacks of when he raped me began playing in my mind over and over. I don’t want to go through that again.
“I believe she told you to back off,” Harry stood behind Scott, clenching his fists. Great, just what I need.
“This is none of your business,” Scott growled at the boy.
Harry inched closer to Scott so he was towering over him, “I suggest that you leave, now.” Wait, is he helping me? God, will he ever stop?
“Or what?” Scott chuckled. “You’ll try to hit me?”
Harry smirked, “I won’t miss this time.” Before I knew it, Harry’s fist collided with Scott’s face. Scott turned flaming red before he gripped Harry’s shirt and ran him into a wall. He began punching Harry repeatedly and I could tell he was hitting Harry in places he was already bruised. Scott managed to land one more punch on Harry's face before Harry head-butted Scott and shoved him to the ground, purposely making himself fall on top of the dirty guy to pin him.
Harry’s boys suddenly ran pass me. Louis and Niall tried removing Harry from Scott but Harry pulled out of their grips. Zayn wound up shaking his head at them, telling them there's nothing they could do. Liam actually began helping Harry, kicking Scott's legs.
“Liam, stop it!” Sophia screamed at him.
Perrie ran towards the boys, “Both of you, knock it off!” It was no use, none of them listened.
“Stop!” Riley screamed, attracting attention to herself. Harry stopped hitting the boy but kept one hand attached to Scott’s shirt. “Stop it you idiots!”
“You’re the only idiot here, you Manipulative Bitch,” Harry stood to his feet and nodded to Liam to stop as well.
“Excuse me?” she grinded her teeth.
“You heard me,” he growled and then stormed out of the cafeteria.
She followed him, waving her fist in the air, “Get back here, Asshole! I’m not done with you!”
I stood like a stone in my position. What just happened? I looked over and Scott who was starting to stand to his feet, holding his bloody jaw and his shin. Poor guy. NOT. Despite the fact that I’m still angry at Harry, I’m glad he fucked this Son of Bitch up. Scott deserved that and so much more. As always, I’m still left confused. Perrie and Zayn both shot me looks of sorrow. Why does he feel bad for me? Why does she care at all? Not only were they staring at me, but everyone else in the cafeteria shot me horrified expressions. I felt uncomfortable with all of this, so I walked out of the cafeteria.
When I walked into the hallway, I saw a little bit of blood on the floor. Fuck. Harry’s hurt pretty badly too. Wait, I shouldn't care. Stop caring. I decided I was going to leave school for the day and went to my locker to get the rest of my crap. After all that, I think I’d rather be at home where nothing goes on. As I walked towards the double doors that led me out of the building, I spotted a familiar face in the nurse’s office. Harry. His hands gripped the bed as he sat there, staring hard at the ground. He looked so…helpless.
I know I might regret it, but my feet walked towards the room he was in. I leaned in the doorway and observed the boy, trying to find the source of the blood. “Hey,” I managed to tug the corners of my mouth into a smile which quickly changed back to neutral.
“This school is fucking shit,” he kept his eyes on the floor. “The nurse isn’t even here.”
“Well, what do you need?” I walked over and sat in the nurse’s chair. Don’t mind if I do. It's not like she's using it anyways.
He held his nasty hand up for me to examine. Eight days ago, this thing looked brutal. It looked slightly better today: the scabbing was smaller and it was no longer bruised. The problem was his scabs opened back up and his whole hand was covered in blood.
“You need a nurse to clean this up?” I raised my brows. All he has to do is wash it, put gauze on it, and wrap it up. I could do that on my own, there’s no reason he shouldn’t be able to do it.
“I want someone to notice,” his eyes finally met mine. His nose was bleeding from the final blow he received from Scott. “I want them to look at my bruises and just know.”
Our roles are definitely reversed. Harry was now the vulnerable one who wanted people to know his story. I’m where Harry was a month ago, pitying him. I feel sorry for him, even if he did break me. I never wanted anyone in my shoes. I never wanted anyone to feel what I feel. I just wanted them to understand.
I stood up from the stool and pulled Harry up with me. I walked him over to the sink and I placed his hand under the faucet. I gently rubbed his wounds with my fingers, making sure the water washes away all the blood. Not all of that blood was his, I could tell. I grabbed a paper towel from its dispenser and moistened it with the tap water before bringing it to Harry’s nose and wiping it clean of blood.
“Did it hurt?” I asked him as I continued to blot his nose with the wet towel. “Did your hand hurt when you hit him?” It was already injured. I wonder what even happened to it, but after hearing him tell Scott, 'I won't miss this time,' I have a pretty good feeling I already know.
“No. There was so much adrenaline pumping in my body, I couldn’t feel a thing.”
I curled my lips, “Lucky.”
“What?”
I walked over to a trashcan and threw the towel away. Then, I grabbed some gauze and wrap and made Harry sit back on the bed. I sat in the nurse’s chair again and got to work on bandaging his hand. “I wish I could feel nothing. I’d rather feel nothing than feel everything.”
He pointed to my scarred wrist which now has five cut marks, “Does it help?”
“Only for a couple seconds,” I stayed concentrated on his hand.
“You really shouldn’t do that to yourself.”
I sighed, “Harry, I’d rather be dead, but God won’t let me die.”
“That’s because God gave us a job: to help each other,” he started bouncing his leg.
“I wish I could believe that but lately I haven’t known what to believe,” I secured his wrap and placed his hand onto his lap.
“I get it,” he stroked his bandage. “Trust me, I know what you mean. I’m sorry for everything, Mercy. Really.” He stood up and started walking out.
“Harry,” I called after him. He faced me to see what I wanted. “Thank you.”
He shook his head, “No. Thank you, for everything.” And with that, he walked out. He just used my line on me. Things really are off.
“Iris!” Riley shouted after me as I was walking down the stairs outside of the school.
I rolled my eyes, “Look Riley, I’m not really in the mood to deal with-“ I stopped talking when I realized she had been crying. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s something you should know.” The last time I heard that, I wound up trying to kill myself. There's no way this will be any better. “It’s about Andrew, Scott and I.”
I bit my lip, “Okay?” I’m curious as to what this will be. She pointed at the stairs for us to sit at, and I reluctantly sat my butt down next to her.
“Nothing was fake, it was all real,” she sniffled. “Whatever it is that Harry was feeling for you, it was real.”
“If you’re still fucking with me, I swear I’ll-“
She interrupted me, “I’m not lying. Andrew and I have been following you guys around for weeks; ever since you ran from the cafeteria. Andrew was just showing up to school that day, and I sent him after you. We know all about the train track, the whole ‘no touching’ thing, the Clarissa thing, him giving you the iPod, you guys learning ASL…everything.”
“What?” I didn’t even know what to say.
A tear trailed down her cheek, “I was so angry. The look he gave you when I knocked your tray into you, he hasn’t looked at me like that since we met. My boyfriend was lusting over you. Something inside me just snapped. Andrew still likes me and Scott follows me like a lost puppy, so I used them. It was easy. I just told them what to do, and it was all working perfectly. The only problem is…” she paused and started sobbing. “I didn’t want to hurt him, I just wanted to hurt you. I didn't think he cared for you so much. I didn’t even know why he broke up with me.”
My mouth hung open in shock, “I…Why are you telling me this?”
“He told me what I needed to hear, and now I’m returning the favor,” she wiped her puffy red eyes.
“Shouldn’t you be telling Harry this then?”
She shook her head, “I don’t have to.”
I knew exactly why she said that. I didn’t even say another word to her before standing to my feet and just running. I ran to the train track and found the curly haired boy laying on the track.
“You knew!” I yelled as I ran up to him. “You knew this whole time!”
He sat up and nodded to me, “Yeah, I did.”
I slapped his shoulder and panted, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Do you think that adding more confusion on your plate would’ve helped your situation!?” he yelled with worry in his tone.
I plopped down next to him and rested my head on my knees, “Well, tell me now."
“Okay” he slid his body closer to me. “I'll tell you everything..."
Notes
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11/18/17