Mistreated
Blood
September 4th
Harry’s POV:
“Fucking hell,” I threw my head back and released my juices into Riley’s mouth. She really knows how to give me a good blowjob. I came to her house this morning to confront her, but she seduced me. I’m so weak. I just needed this so badly. After a few minutes, I pulled up my boxers and pants from my ankles.
“What are you doing?” Riley seemed puzzled.
I grabbed my backpack from her bed, “We are going to school.”
She chuckled, “Since when do you care about school?”
“Since when do you not?” I smirked.
Riley walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her head into my neck. “I’m sorry I lied.”
“Really?” I tilted her chin up. She's probably just sucking up to me.
“I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m not sorry about her.” There it is.
I sighed, “Ry…”
“No, Harry,” she backed away. “Andrew was my boyfriend and she was sleeping with him, and Scott…I really thought he was telling the truth. What makes you so sure he’s lying?”
"Why are you so worked up about a past relationship? You're mine now." She sadly looked to the floor; she even knew that was a stupid argument. I pointed to my legs, “And look at her legs. It’s obvious the guy’s knees were dug into them.”
She gasped an obviously fake gasp, “I can’t believe it.”
As much as I wanted to tell her what a lying Bitch she was, I was tired of all the fighting. I’m just over it.
I kissed her forehead, “Let’s go.”
“What are you looking at, Mate?” Niall waved his hand in my face. It was now lunch time and I couldn’t stop thinking about Iris. I had Mrs. Clark’s class today and Iris didn’t come in, so maybe her problem is resolved for now, whatever it was. I just couldn’t get her scared expression out of my head. The worst part was the person who caused her pain was sitting at my table: Scott.
“Nothing, I just zoned out for a second,” I shrugged.
Zayn patted my shoulder, “Seems like you need a distraction. I’m throwing a party next Friday, you should come.”
“Yeah, that’d be so fun,” his girlfriend, Perrie, beamed. Perrie and I have gotten close over the years. So close in fact that she’s the only one who knows I’m not actually getting in fights. I didn’t tell her what’s really going on, but she can sense something’s up. She’s always there for me when I need her; when I’m not at Riley’s house, I’m sleeping in Perrie’s guest bedroom. Her parents are so nice.
I shook my head, “Yeah I’ll think about it.” In other words, I’m going to ask Iris to come first. She desperately needs the distraction as well.
“Sweetie, come on,” Riley shook my arm as if I was embarrassing her.
“Yeah Man, don’t be a coward,” Scott chuckled.
I rolled my eyes, “I wouldn’t speak if I were you.”
“Yeah? And why’s that?” he laughed.
Perrie noticed my red knuckles from my forming fists, “Um, Scott, just shut up.”
Scott scoffed, “Whatever. I’m done with you guys today.” And with that, he walked off.
“Who even let him sit at our table?” Liam asked.
Riley let go of my arm and hung her head, “That’d be me.”
“The guy’s a prick, I don’t like him,” Louis waved his half eaten sandwich.
“That makes two of us,” I nodded.
“Harry,” a finger tapped my shoulder. I turned around to find Sophia, Liam’s girl. “Mrs. Clark said she wanted to see you.”
Louis mocked me, “Ooo, Badass is in trouble.”
“You know it,” I joked before standing up. I gave Riley a kiss and headed to Mrs. Clark’s class. I wonder what she wants.
“Hello Harry,” Mrs. Clark greeted me at the door. She handed me money, “Would you mind getting Miss Mercer’s lunch for her?”
I peered over at Iris who was the only student in the classroom. She just stared hard at a piece of paper, scribbling words onto it. “Sure, but can I ask why you couldn’t have don’t it?”
She frowned and glanced at the girl herself, “I think she needs someone to stay in the room with her.” She could be right, but Iris has been on her own for so long and still hasn’t managed to kill herself. Why would she do it now?
“She forgot to bring food or money and after the incident in the cafeteria, she refuses to go in there.”
“In that case…” I paused and handed Mrs. Clark the money.
“Harry-“
I smiled, “It’s on me. It’s the least I can do since it was my girlfriend’s fault Iris was wearing lasagna.” She looked stunned. It made me feel happy knowing I was helping someone deeply just by getting her lunch.
I received funny looks from my table as I made a tray of food, paid for it, and walked back out of the cafeteria. It's funny when they're all confused. When I got back to the classroom, I sat on the desk next to Iris and set her tray in front of her.
“I didn’t know what you like, so I got you pretty much everything,” I chuckled and pointed to all the food on her tray.
“Harry, you didn’t have to…” her voice trailed off.
I rubbed my shoulder, “I wanted to. Whatever you don’t eat, I’ll finish.”
“Thank you,” she half-smiled and began eating the food.
I couldn’t help but notice the paper she was writing on. Every word written on it was exactly how she portrayed herself, some being bolder than others.
I got onto my knees on the floor and grabbed the paper. She seemed a little alarmed that I was looking at it, but didn’t do a thing. I pointed to the words, “This is how you feel…” I flipped the paper around so the blank side was facing up. “This, this is where you’re going to write what you really are. Let me start it.” I took her pencil and wrote the word, ‘beautiful’ on the paper.
“Your turn,” I handed her the pencil.
“There’s nothing else,” she frowned and took a sip of her Gatorade.
I shook my head, “Not true. Hang onto this paper and whenever someone compliments you, write down the thing they complimented on. Maybe they’ll say you have a great smile, so then you’d write down ‘smile’.”
“This is stupid Harry,” she sighed.
I stole one of her grapes, “I just want you to know that you are wrong about yourself. Don’t listen to anyone else.”
“So I shouldn’t listen to you,” she joked.
“You’re funny,” I laughed. “You should write that down.”
Iris’s POV:
After another ten minutes passed by, Riley texted Harry to meet up with her. When he left, I wrote ‘smile’ and ‘funny’ on the paper. This is most likely all that will ever be written on this side: things Harry has said. No one else is ever going to compliment me, he should know that.
“You seem to be making friends,” Mrs. Clark squatted down next to me.
“Who? Harry? No, he just feels sorry for me.”
She laughed, “That’s not what I see.”
When she stood up to walk away, I stopped her with a grab of her wrist. “What is it exactly that you see?”
“He's a good guy who's on your side,” she grinned. “Don’t be afraid of that.”
I let go of her wrist and allowed her to go back to her desk to continue grading papers. He said he cares about me. I think I do have a friend; maybe they really do exist.
I actually made it through a full day of school, and it was all thanks to Harry. It was amazing to actually be able to get educated for a day. I found myself smiling as I took the last of my stuff out of my locker. I’m about to go hang out with someone great, a friend. I can’t stop calling him that, my friend. The thing was, I didn’t even get to take one step. Not one.
I was stopped by a fist colliding into my face. There she was, Riley. Did she stop there? Not even for a second. Her foot crushed into my ribs, knocking me to the floor so I was an easier target. She grabbed my hair and dragged me closer to her; I’m sure I have a bald spot now. She slapped me across the face and brought her fist in contact with my eye. I was spitting blood from my bleeding cheeks. My nose was bloody as well, and most likely broken. I was weak and unable to do a thing.
Where was everyone? They were all gone. School was over, and the hallways were empty. It was just me and Riley.
“Stay away from my boyfriend!” Riley commanded before storming out of the school.
I must’ve laid there for hours, staring at my own puddle of blood that sat on the floor. In a way, I wanted someone to find me, but in another way I just wanted to die. Where were the teachers? Why wasn’t Harry with his girlfriend? He could’ve stopped her from this. He would’ve…right?
I found myself standing behind a tree at the tracks, staring at the lonely boy. He kept pacing and cursing all while running his fingers up and down through his hair. He was mad that I’m not there and he probably thinks I ditched him. I couldn’t even move. If I go near him again, his girlfriend will only hurt me more.
The thing is…what do I have to lose?
Harry’s POV:
“Fucking hell,” I threw my head back and released my juices into Riley’s mouth. She really knows how to give me a good blowjob. I came to her house this morning to confront her, but she seduced me. I’m so weak. I just needed this so badly. After a few minutes, I pulled up my boxers and pants from my ankles.
“What are you doing?” Riley seemed puzzled.
I grabbed my backpack from her bed, “We are going to school.”
She chuckled, “Since when do you care about school?”
“Since when do you not?” I smirked.
Riley walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her head into my neck. “I’m sorry I lied.”
“Really?” I tilted her chin up. She's probably just sucking up to me.
“I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m not sorry about her.” There it is.
I sighed, “Ry…”
“No, Harry,” she backed away. “Andrew was my boyfriend and she was sleeping with him, and Scott…I really thought he was telling the truth. What makes you so sure he’s lying?”
"Why are you so worked up about a past relationship? You're mine now." She sadly looked to the floor; she even knew that was a stupid argument. I pointed to my legs, “And look at her legs. It’s obvious the guy’s knees were dug into them.”
She gasped an obviously fake gasp, “I can’t believe it.”
As much as I wanted to tell her what a lying Bitch she was, I was tired of all the fighting. I’m just over it.
I kissed her forehead, “Let’s go.”
“What are you looking at, Mate?” Niall waved his hand in my face. It was now lunch time and I couldn’t stop thinking about Iris. I had Mrs. Clark’s class today and Iris didn’t come in, so maybe her problem is resolved for now, whatever it was. I just couldn’t get her scared expression out of my head. The worst part was the person who caused her pain was sitting at my table: Scott.
“Nothing, I just zoned out for a second,” I shrugged.
Zayn patted my shoulder, “Seems like you need a distraction. I’m throwing a party next Friday, you should come.”
“Yeah, that’d be so fun,” his girlfriend, Perrie, beamed. Perrie and I have gotten close over the years. So close in fact that she’s the only one who knows I’m not actually getting in fights. I didn’t tell her what’s really going on, but she can sense something’s up. She’s always there for me when I need her; when I’m not at Riley’s house, I’m sleeping in Perrie’s guest bedroom. Her parents are so nice.
I shook my head, “Yeah I’ll think about it.” In other words, I’m going to ask Iris to come first. She desperately needs the distraction as well.
“Sweetie, come on,” Riley shook my arm as if I was embarrassing her.
“Yeah Man, don’t be a coward,” Scott chuckled.
I rolled my eyes, “I wouldn’t speak if I were you.”
“Yeah? And why’s that?” he laughed.
Perrie noticed my red knuckles from my forming fists, “Um, Scott, just shut up.”
Scott scoffed, “Whatever. I’m done with you guys today.” And with that, he walked off.
“Who even let him sit at our table?” Liam asked.
Riley let go of my arm and hung her head, “That’d be me.”
“The guy’s a prick, I don’t like him,” Louis waved his half eaten sandwich.
“That makes two of us,” I nodded.
“Harry,” a finger tapped my shoulder. I turned around to find Sophia, Liam’s girl. “Mrs. Clark said she wanted to see you.”
Louis mocked me, “Ooo, Badass is in trouble.”
“You know it,” I joked before standing up. I gave Riley a kiss and headed to Mrs. Clark’s class. I wonder what she wants.
“Hello Harry,” Mrs. Clark greeted me at the door. She handed me money, “Would you mind getting Miss Mercer’s lunch for her?”
I peered over at Iris who was the only student in the classroom. She just stared hard at a piece of paper, scribbling words onto it. “Sure, but can I ask why you couldn’t have don’t it?”
She frowned and glanced at the girl herself, “I think she needs someone to stay in the room with her.” She could be right, but Iris has been on her own for so long and still hasn’t managed to kill herself. Why would she do it now?
“She forgot to bring food or money and after the incident in the cafeteria, she refuses to go in there.”
“In that case…” I paused and handed Mrs. Clark the money.
“Harry-“
I smiled, “It’s on me. It’s the least I can do since it was my girlfriend’s fault Iris was wearing lasagna.” She looked stunned. It made me feel happy knowing I was helping someone deeply just by getting her lunch.
I received funny looks from my table as I made a tray of food, paid for it, and walked back out of the cafeteria. It's funny when they're all confused. When I got back to the classroom, I sat on the desk next to Iris and set her tray in front of her.
“I didn’t know what you like, so I got you pretty much everything,” I chuckled and pointed to all the food on her tray.
“Harry, you didn’t have to…” her voice trailed off.
I rubbed my shoulder, “I wanted to. Whatever you don’t eat, I’ll finish.”
“Thank you,” she half-smiled and began eating the food.
I couldn’t help but notice the paper she was writing on. Every word written on it was exactly how she portrayed herself, some being bolder than others.
I got onto my knees on the floor and grabbed the paper. She seemed a little alarmed that I was looking at it, but didn’t do a thing. I pointed to the words, “This is how you feel…” I flipped the paper around so the blank side was facing up. “This, this is where you’re going to write what you really are. Let me start it.” I took her pencil and wrote the word, ‘beautiful’ on the paper.
“Your turn,” I handed her the pencil.
“There’s nothing else,” she frowned and took a sip of her Gatorade.
I shook my head, “Not true. Hang onto this paper and whenever someone compliments you, write down the thing they complimented on. Maybe they’ll say you have a great smile, so then you’d write down ‘smile’.”
“This is stupid Harry,” she sighed.
I stole one of her grapes, “I just want you to know that you are wrong about yourself. Don’t listen to anyone else.”
“So I shouldn’t listen to you,” she joked.
“You’re funny,” I laughed. “You should write that down.”
Iris’s POV:
After another ten minutes passed by, Riley texted Harry to meet up with her. When he left, I wrote ‘smile’ and ‘funny’ on the paper. This is most likely all that will ever be written on this side: things Harry has said. No one else is ever going to compliment me, he should know that.
“You seem to be making friends,” Mrs. Clark squatted down next to me.
“Who? Harry? No, he just feels sorry for me.”
She laughed, “That’s not what I see.”
When she stood up to walk away, I stopped her with a grab of her wrist. “What is it exactly that you see?”
“He's a good guy who's on your side,” she grinned. “Don’t be afraid of that.”
I let go of her wrist and allowed her to go back to her desk to continue grading papers. He said he cares about me. I think I do have a friend; maybe they really do exist.
I actually made it through a full day of school, and it was all thanks to Harry. It was amazing to actually be able to get educated for a day. I found myself smiling as I took the last of my stuff out of my locker. I’m about to go hang out with someone great, a friend. I can’t stop calling him that, my friend. The thing was, I didn’t even get to take one step. Not one.
I was stopped by a fist colliding into my face. There she was, Riley. Did she stop there? Not even for a second. Her foot crushed into my ribs, knocking me to the floor so I was an easier target. She grabbed my hair and dragged me closer to her; I’m sure I have a bald spot now. She slapped me across the face and brought her fist in contact with my eye. I was spitting blood from my bleeding cheeks. My nose was bloody as well, and most likely broken. I was weak and unable to do a thing.
Where was everyone? They were all gone. School was over, and the hallways were empty. It was just me and Riley.
“Stay away from my boyfriend!” Riley commanded before storming out of the school.
I must’ve laid there for hours, staring at my own puddle of blood that sat on the floor. In a way, I wanted someone to find me, but in another way I just wanted to die. Where were the teachers? Why wasn’t Harry with his girlfriend? He could’ve stopped her from this. He would’ve…right?
I found myself standing behind a tree at the tracks, staring at the lonely boy. He kept pacing and cursing all while running his fingers up and down through his hair. He was mad that I’m not there and he probably thinks I ditched him. I couldn’t even move. If I go near him again, his girlfriend will only hurt me more.
The thing is…what do I have to lose?
Notes
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Should Iris take her chances and face Harry or should she just save herself more pain and leave?
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11/18/17