Mistreated
Drugs
Sunday September 8th
Harry’s POV:
I try my best to catch my breath before my dad gives me another blow to the stomach.
“How dare you fucking steal my motorcycle!” he screams as he pushes me to the floor.
“Technically I borrowed it,” I smirked at him, looking him dead in the eyes.
He kicks my side, “Don’t you get smart with me, Boy!”
“That’s enough!” my mum leaned in the doorway.
My father whipped his head towards her and sighed heavily. “I’m so sorry,” his posture suddenly softens.
“It’s okay,” she hugged him. ‘Okay’? He just beat the shit out of me! The worst part is this is how it always happens. He hurts me, apologizes, cries and then does it all over again. Fucking areshole.
“I’m so sorry Anne,” he cried into her shoulder.
“It’s okay,” she said again, shooting me a sympathetic look over his shoulder. I shook my head and winced as I tried to stand. “Why don’t you wait in our room, I’ll be there in a minute. Okay?”
He nods and sniffles, turning to face me, “I’m sorry Harry.” Then, he leaves the room so my mom can help me off the floor. She helped get me into a chair and pulled my shirt up.
“Oh Sweetie,” she whined. My whole torso is covered in black, purple, and brown bruises.
I grabbed her hands and held them in my lap, “It’s alright, as long as it’s not you.”
“Stop protecting me Harry.”
“Look,” I said sternly. “I get that you don’t want help, but I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if I knew I let him hurt you.”
Her thumbs rubbed the top of my hands, “You can’t keep getting into trouble.”
“I have to because it’s the only thing that keeps him distracted from hurting you!” I yelled as I stood to my feet.
“Harry…”
I snatched the car keys off of the kitchen counter, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a bottle of whiskey to steal from his liquor cabinet. I need it for later.”
She opened her mouth as if she were going to protest, but she knows she can’t stop me, so she just sighed in defeat. She just left me there while she headed to her bedroom to console my father. I’ll do anything to protect her, but there’s still times where I don’t want to help her anymore, which is every day. Why should I help her when she doesn’t care? But then again, why should I let her get punched when I could do something to stop it? When she tells me to stop, those are the times I want to go to the train tracks, but not today: I’m getting drunk. Today I’m letting myself get loose and feel free. After all, Riley is no longer in my life.
“I don’t know guys, I still miss her,” I sigh. The boys, their girlfriends and I were all hanging out in the basement of Liam’s house. I was sat in a chair, getting a tattoo on my arm from Zayn.
“Yeah but she thinks she’s so high and mighty,” Eleanor rolled her eyes.
Niall shrugged, “She wasn’t always like that.”
“That’s what I’m saying,” I waved my free arm. It’s true, Riley hasn’t always been the wicked witch she is now. She used to be so…different.
Saturday May 12th 2012
Louis’s party is great. There’s booze, sexy girls, and weed; all a man’s best friend. I’m enjoying myself dancing with all the girls in the living room. The only problem is, I’m not a great dancer. All the girls were looking at me like I was a loon as I did my greatest move: the sprinkler.
“Interesting,” a girl giggled from behind me. I turned around to find this beautiful, tall, model-like girl before me. “How does a cute guy like you dance like that?”
“I’m great, I know,” I waved my hand as I joked.
She chuckled, “You’re funny. Why don’t you get me a drink and meet me outside?”
“You have to admit the moves worked first,” I smirked.
She grinned, “Oh definitely.”
I raised my brows, “Why do I feel like you were being sarcastic?”
“Because I was,” she shrugged. “So how about that drink?”
“See you out there,” I bit my lip, trying to be sexy. She just giggled again and headed to the backyard. I’m definitely getting laid tonight. I danced my way over to the kitchen and got us some beers. Then, I walked to the backyard and began my search for her. To my surprise, I found her making out with some other guy. That’s great.
As I turned away from them, my eyes caught something rather unusual. There’s a girl sitting at the pool with her feet in it. What makes her so much different than all the other girls is the fact that she was the only girl who was wearing jeans and who wasn’t partying. I found my feet walking towards her. I don’t get it. What about this girl stands out to me? Why do I find her so intriguing?
“Can I sit here?” I asked her.
She looked up at me, “Uh, sure.”
“Thanks,” I sat down next to her. “So why is a pretty girl like you is just sitting here?”
“I guess I’m just not the partying type,” she shrugged. “Why do you have two beers?”
I chuckled nervously, “Uh, the other one’s for you.”
“Rejected?” she raised her brows.
“Yup,” I said popping the ‘p’. She began laughing at me, slapping her legs as she did so. “Hey, don’t laugh at me,” I pouted.
She grabbed the beer from me, but she still chuckled.
I laughed because she was laughing, “What’s so funny?”
“I’m sorry, it’s not funny,” she pressed her hand to her mouth to contain her laughter.
I shook my head, “Don’t be sorry, she brought me to you.” Her laughter faded, but her smile stayed plastered to her face. I watched as she blushed and buried her face into one of her hands. “What’s your name?”
“Tell me something first,” she tilted her head.
“Okay?”
“Why me? You could have any slut here, and instead you choose the girl who doesn’t want to be here.”
I shrugged, “Maybe I’m not into sluts.”
She scoffed and giggled, “Oh please, you’re a guy.”
“That’s true.” I took a sip of my beer. “So Miss Mysterious, what do you say we get out of here?”
She stood up without hesitation, “Let’s go.”
“This is where you wanted to go?” she looked at the bridge we were underneath. “I didn’t realize I left with a troll.”
I chuckled, “I’ll have you know, this is where the magic happens.”
Her eyes widened along with her smile, “You sleep with girls here?”
“No,” I held the word. “This is the place you’re always going to remember.”
“And why’s that?”
“What makes you think you’re gonna forget?” I challenged. “You’re under a bridge, with a smoking hot guy.”
She made a clicking noise with her tongue, “Smoking hot, huh?”
“Damn right,” I chuckled.
She sat down, “Well I better get to know this guy if I want to remember being here with him.”
“I’ve got to get to know you too,” I smiled as I sat down next to her. “Let’s start with your name.”
“Riley,” she held her hand out to me.
“Harry,” I gladly shook it.
“Favorite color?”
I inched my face closer to her, “Blue.”
“Green. Favorite food?”
“Tacos,” I brushed my nose against her’s.
“Spaghetti. Best…” she paused to take a trembling breath. “Best first kiss?” I just stared down at her lips. Within seconds, her soft lips met mine. I cup her check and deepen the kiss a bit before we both pull away.
“This one,” I gazed into her eyes. Then, I shot her a cheeky smile. “You’re a pretty good kisser for a non-slut who doesn’t like parties.”
“You’re a pretty good kisser for a troll,” she talked back. I chuckled before sneaking another kiss from her. “You were right, I’ll definitely remember this place.”
“Told you, this is where the magic happens.”
She smiled, “You’re a dork. Lucky for you, I like dorks.” She looked down at my hand and entwined our fingers.
We spent the rest of the night talking about more favorites and telling each other childhood stories. I found that she’s a pretty big dork herself. She’s a child at heart, like me, always goofing off and not giving a shit about what other people think. She also almost dances as bad as me, but she still looks adorable doing it. There’s just something about this girl that I crave. She’s like a drug, she helps me forget all the bad in life and I can’t get enough of her. I could sit here forever and listen to her laugh. This girl will be mine someday, I just know it.
Present Day, September 8th 2013
“She thinks of us as the popular crowd,” Liam’s words shook me out of my flashback.
Perrie scoffed, “I don’t get it. What does popularity have to do with being a bitch?”
“Being popular comes with powers,” Louis said evilly while wiggling his fingers together, making everyone laugh.
“I’m sorry Harry,” Sophia sympathized me.
I shook my head and looked down, “It’s fine.”
“And done,” Zayn wiped away the wet ink. “Looks good.”
I chuckled, “I’ll be the judge of that.” I stood up from the chair and walked over to the mirror that sat in the corner of the room. I raised my arm and observed the new tattoo:
“What’s that about Haz?” Niall pointed to the quote.
“A friend,” I smiled and sat down with the rest of the group. “Thanks Zayn.”
He lit a joint for himself, “No big deal.”
“Want a shot of whiskey?” Perrie waved the bottle I brought.
“Fuck yeah,” I waved my fist. She giggled and poured one for me, which I chugged down in seconds. “I’m gonna need more than that and I’m gonna need a blunt.” What I like about this group is that they don’t question my actions, they just roll with it. Perrie and Liam just gave me what I asked for, no questions asked.
“So what’s up with that girl you brought to the bowling alley?” Louis said after exhaling smoke.
I shrugged, “Just a friend.”
“You seemed awfully protective of her,” Eleanor raised her brows. “Perhaps she’s your next girl?”
Iris, my next girlfriend? I never really thought of that. I like the girl, don’t get me wrong, but she has a lot on her plate at the moment. She’s looking for a pal, not a partner. I’m sure I’m the last thing on her mind.
“Nah,” I said before taking another shot of whiskey. “Just a friend.”
“Okay,” Perrie grinned cheekily. The bitch sees right through me. I love her like a sister, but I wish she couldn’t tell what I was thinking.
The conversation ended there, and we wound up getting smashed. All of us got piss drunk and high as a kite, threw ourselves a little mini party, and wound up passing out. Well, everyone but me passed out. I still had some whiskey to finish. I sat on the couch and drowned my sorrows out. This sip is for my dad, this sip is for Gemma, this sip is for Riley, and this sip is for pathetic Harry. Just then, my phone chimed:
From Mercy:
Train tracks?
I sighed when I realized I forgot to tell her I wasn’t going today. Then, I tried my best to text her back.
To Mercy:
I dforghot annd i.m dryujnk.
Then, my phone began ringing. Of course, Mercy was calling me.
“Hello Mer-say,” I waved the bottle of whiskey at the phone.
“Well, now I understand what your text said,” she giggled.
My tongue made a ‘tsk’ noise, “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Harry, I can practically smell the alcohol from here.”
“Shut up,” I slurred, chuckling a little afterwards.
She slightly laughed but sighed afterwards, “I’m guessing you’re not going to school tomorrow then.”
“You’re not going either.”
“I have to,” her voice sounded angry.
“Why?”
“My mom knows I’ve been ditching, which is no surprise, but she’s mad.”
I took another sip of my whiskey, “Who gives a shit whether she’s mad?”
“I do.”
“Well you can’t go by yourself.”
She sniffled, “I’ll be fine.”
“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,” I said too many ‘heys’. “Don’t cry. I’ll be by your side tomorrow.”
“No Harry, you probably won’t even remember this conversation.”
“Text me,” I smirked even though she couldn’t see me. “I’m still smart even though I’m drunk.”
“People are still going to talk shit about my face.”
I swirled the whiskey around, “It’s better than it was, but here’s what you’re gonna do…” I paused for dramatic effect. “Turn off your hearing aids.”
“What?”
I chuckled, “You heard me.”
“That’s your master plan? Turn off my hearing aids?”
“I don’t see what’s so bad about that, you won’t be able to hear people shit talking. They’ll just be all…” I started mumbling words uncontrollably so she couldn’t understand me, mocking the sounds she’d hear.
“Why haven’t you ever suggested this before?”
I poured the whiskey into a shot glass, “I may be smarter when I’m drunk.”
She giggled, “Maybe so.”
“Oh and I got a tattoo for you.”
“Are you crazy?”
“Maybe a little…” I took my shot. “But it’s just words.”
“What’s it say?”
I squinted and tried reading the words on my arm, “I don’t know, something about surrendering.”
“I’ll just read it tomorrow,” she laughed. “Well, I’m gonna go to sleep since you’re not available.”
My eyes widened, “You like me available?”
“By available, I meant ‘at the tracks’.”
“Oh right,” I shook my head. “You don’t like me, I get it.”
“Harry?” her voice became worried.
“Forget it. See you tomorrow,” I waved the bottle at the phone again.
“Oh, okay…” she paused. “Sweet dreams Harry.” I hung up without even responding. Disappointment flooded through me. This can’t be happening to me, I can’t have feelings for her. It’ll never work, nor will it ever happen. Plus, she’d never trust anyone. Stupid, stupid Harry. Why did you say that? Idiot.
I raised the bottle of whiskey up, “And this is for Mercy,” and I downed the rest of the bottle.
Harry’s POV:
I try my best to catch my breath before my dad gives me another blow to the stomach.
“How dare you fucking steal my motorcycle!” he screams as he pushes me to the floor.
“Technically I borrowed it,” I smirked at him, looking him dead in the eyes.
He kicks my side, “Don’t you get smart with me, Boy!”
“That’s enough!” my mum leaned in the doorway.
My father whipped his head towards her and sighed heavily. “I’m so sorry,” his posture suddenly softens.
“It’s okay,” she hugged him. ‘Okay’? He just beat the shit out of me! The worst part is this is how it always happens. He hurts me, apologizes, cries and then does it all over again. Fucking areshole.
“I’m so sorry Anne,” he cried into her shoulder.
“It’s okay,” she said again, shooting me a sympathetic look over his shoulder. I shook my head and winced as I tried to stand. “Why don’t you wait in our room, I’ll be there in a minute. Okay?”
He nods and sniffles, turning to face me, “I’m sorry Harry.” Then, he leaves the room so my mom can help me off the floor. She helped get me into a chair and pulled my shirt up.
“Oh Sweetie,” she whined. My whole torso is covered in black, purple, and brown bruises.
I grabbed her hands and held them in my lap, “It’s alright, as long as it’s not you.”
“Stop protecting me Harry.”
“Look,” I said sternly. “I get that you don’t want help, but I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if I knew I let him hurt you.”
Her thumbs rubbed the top of my hands, “You can’t keep getting into trouble.”
“I have to because it’s the only thing that keeps him distracted from hurting you!” I yelled as I stood to my feet.
“Harry…”
I snatched the car keys off of the kitchen counter, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a bottle of whiskey to steal from his liquor cabinet. I need it for later.”
She opened her mouth as if she were going to protest, but she knows she can’t stop me, so she just sighed in defeat. She just left me there while she headed to her bedroom to console my father. I’ll do anything to protect her, but there’s still times where I don’t want to help her anymore, which is every day. Why should I help her when she doesn’t care? But then again, why should I let her get punched when I could do something to stop it? When she tells me to stop, those are the times I want to go to the train tracks, but not today: I’m getting drunk. Today I’m letting myself get loose and feel free. After all, Riley is no longer in my life.
“I don’t know guys, I still miss her,” I sigh. The boys, their girlfriends and I were all hanging out in the basement of Liam’s house. I was sat in a chair, getting a tattoo on my arm from Zayn.
“Yeah but she thinks she’s so high and mighty,” Eleanor rolled her eyes.
Niall shrugged, “She wasn’t always like that.”
“That’s what I’m saying,” I waved my free arm. It’s true, Riley hasn’t always been the wicked witch she is now. She used to be so…different.
Saturday May 12th 2012
Louis’s party is great. There’s booze, sexy girls, and weed; all a man’s best friend. I’m enjoying myself dancing with all the girls in the living room. The only problem is, I’m not a great dancer. All the girls were looking at me like I was a loon as I did my greatest move: the sprinkler.
“Interesting,” a girl giggled from behind me. I turned around to find this beautiful, tall, model-like girl before me. “How does a cute guy like you dance like that?”
“I’m great, I know,” I waved my hand as I joked.
She chuckled, “You’re funny. Why don’t you get me a drink and meet me outside?”
“You have to admit the moves worked first,” I smirked.
She grinned, “Oh definitely.”
I raised my brows, “Why do I feel like you were being sarcastic?”
“Because I was,” she shrugged. “So how about that drink?”
“See you out there,” I bit my lip, trying to be sexy. She just giggled again and headed to the backyard. I’m definitely getting laid tonight. I danced my way over to the kitchen and got us some beers. Then, I walked to the backyard and began my search for her. To my surprise, I found her making out with some other guy. That’s great.
As I turned away from them, my eyes caught something rather unusual. There’s a girl sitting at the pool with her feet in it. What makes her so much different than all the other girls is the fact that she was the only girl who was wearing jeans and who wasn’t partying. I found my feet walking towards her. I don’t get it. What about this girl stands out to me? Why do I find her so intriguing?
“Can I sit here?” I asked her.
She looked up at me, “Uh, sure.”
“Thanks,” I sat down next to her. “So why is a pretty girl like you is just sitting here?”
“I guess I’m just not the partying type,” she shrugged. “Why do you have two beers?”
I chuckled nervously, “Uh, the other one’s for you.”
“Rejected?” she raised her brows.
“Yup,” I said popping the ‘p’. She began laughing at me, slapping her legs as she did so. “Hey, don’t laugh at me,” I pouted.
She grabbed the beer from me, but she still chuckled.
I laughed because she was laughing, “What’s so funny?”
“I’m sorry, it’s not funny,” she pressed her hand to her mouth to contain her laughter.
I shook my head, “Don’t be sorry, she brought me to you.” Her laughter faded, but her smile stayed plastered to her face. I watched as she blushed and buried her face into one of her hands. “What’s your name?”
“Tell me something first,” she tilted her head.
“Okay?”
“Why me? You could have any slut here, and instead you choose the girl who doesn’t want to be here.”
I shrugged, “Maybe I’m not into sluts.”
She scoffed and giggled, “Oh please, you’re a guy.”
“That’s true.” I took a sip of my beer. “So Miss Mysterious, what do you say we get out of here?”
She stood up without hesitation, “Let’s go.”
“This is where you wanted to go?” she looked at the bridge we were underneath. “I didn’t realize I left with a troll.”
I chuckled, “I’ll have you know, this is where the magic happens.”
Her eyes widened along with her smile, “You sleep with girls here?”
“No,” I held the word. “This is the place you’re always going to remember.”
“And why’s that?”
“What makes you think you’re gonna forget?” I challenged. “You’re under a bridge, with a smoking hot guy.”
She made a clicking noise with her tongue, “Smoking hot, huh?”
“Damn right,” I chuckled.
She sat down, “Well I better get to know this guy if I want to remember being here with him.”
“I’ve got to get to know you too,” I smiled as I sat down next to her. “Let’s start with your name.”
“Riley,” she held her hand out to me.
“Harry,” I gladly shook it.
“Favorite color?”
I inched my face closer to her, “Blue.”
“Green. Favorite food?”
“Tacos,” I brushed my nose against her’s.
“Spaghetti. Best…” she paused to take a trembling breath. “Best first kiss?” I just stared down at her lips. Within seconds, her soft lips met mine. I cup her check and deepen the kiss a bit before we both pull away.
“This one,” I gazed into her eyes. Then, I shot her a cheeky smile. “You’re a pretty good kisser for a non-slut who doesn’t like parties.”
“You’re a pretty good kisser for a troll,” she talked back. I chuckled before sneaking another kiss from her. “You were right, I’ll definitely remember this place.”
“Told you, this is where the magic happens.”
She smiled, “You’re a dork. Lucky for you, I like dorks.” She looked down at my hand and entwined our fingers.
We spent the rest of the night talking about more favorites and telling each other childhood stories. I found that she’s a pretty big dork herself. She’s a child at heart, like me, always goofing off and not giving a shit about what other people think. She also almost dances as bad as me, but she still looks adorable doing it. There’s just something about this girl that I crave. She’s like a drug, she helps me forget all the bad in life and I can’t get enough of her. I could sit here forever and listen to her laugh. This girl will be mine someday, I just know it.
Present Day, September 8th 2013
“She thinks of us as the popular crowd,” Liam’s words shook me out of my flashback.
Perrie scoffed, “I don’t get it. What does popularity have to do with being a bitch?”
“Being popular comes with powers,” Louis said evilly while wiggling his fingers together, making everyone laugh.
“I’m sorry Harry,” Sophia sympathized me.
I shook my head and looked down, “It’s fine.”
“And done,” Zayn wiped away the wet ink. “Looks good.”
I chuckled, “I’ll be the judge of that.” I stood up from the chair and walked over to the mirror that sat in the corner of the room. I raised my arm and observed the new tattoo:
“What’s that about Haz?” Niall pointed to the quote.
“A friend,” I smiled and sat down with the rest of the group. “Thanks Zayn.”
He lit a joint for himself, “No big deal.”
“Want a shot of whiskey?” Perrie waved the bottle I brought.
“Fuck yeah,” I waved my fist. She giggled and poured one for me, which I chugged down in seconds. “I’m gonna need more than that and I’m gonna need a blunt.” What I like about this group is that they don’t question my actions, they just roll with it. Perrie and Liam just gave me what I asked for, no questions asked.
“So what’s up with that girl you brought to the bowling alley?” Louis said after exhaling smoke.
I shrugged, “Just a friend.”
“You seemed awfully protective of her,” Eleanor raised her brows. “Perhaps she’s your next girl?”
Iris, my next girlfriend? I never really thought of that. I like the girl, don’t get me wrong, but she has a lot on her plate at the moment. She’s looking for a pal, not a partner. I’m sure I’m the last thing on her mind.
“Nah,” I said before taking another shot of whiskey. “Just a friend.”
“Okay,” Perrie grinned cheekily. The bitch sees right through me. I love her like a sister, but I wish she couldn’t tell what I was thinking.
The conversation ended there, and we wound up getting smashed. All of us got piss drunk and high as a kite, threw ourselves a little mini party, and wound up passing out. Well, everyone but me passed out. I still had some whiskey to finish. I sat on the couch and drowned my sorrows out. This sip is for my dad, this sip is for Gemma, this sip is for Riley, and this sip is for pathetic Harry. Just then, my phone chimed:
From Mercy:
Train tracks?
I sighed when I realized I forgot to tell her I wasn’t going today. Then, I tried my best to text her back.
To Mercy:
I dforghot annd i.m dryujnk.
Then, my phone began ringing. Of course, Mercy was calling me.
“Hello Mer-say,” I waved the bottle of whiskey at the phone.
“Well, now I understand what your text said,” she giggled.
My tongue made a ‘tsk’ noise, “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Harry, I can practically smell the alcohol from here.”
“Shut up,” I slurred, chuckling a little afterwards.
She slightly laughed but sighed afterwards, “I’m guessing you’re not going to school tomorrow then.”
“You’re not going either.”
“I have to,” her voice sounded angry.
“Why?”
“My mom knows I’ve been ditching, which is no surprise, but she’s mad.”
I took another sip of my whiskey, “Who gives a shit whether she’s mad?”
“I do.”
“Well you can’t go by yourself.”
She sniffled, “I’ll be fine.”
“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,” I said too many ‘heys’. “Don’t cry. I’ll be by your side tomorrow.”
“No Harry, you probably won’t even remember this conversation.”
“Text me,” I smirked even though she couldn’t see me. “I’m still smart even though I’m drunk.”
“People are still going to talk shit about my face.”
I swirled the whiskey around, “It’s better than it was, but here’s what you’re gonna do…” I paused for dramatic effect. “Turn off your hearing aids.”
“What?”
I chuckled, “You heard me.”
“That’s your master plan? Turn off my hearing aids?”
“I don’t see what’s so bad about that, you won’t be able to hear people shit talking. They’ll just be all…” I started mumbling words uncontrollably so she couldn’t understand me, mocking the sounds she’d hear.
“Why haven’t you ever suggested this before?”
I poured the whiskey into a shot glass, “I may be smarter when I’m drunk.”
She giggled, “Maybe so.”
“Oh and I got a tattoo for you.”
“Are you crazy?”
“Maybe a little…” I took my shot. “But it’s just words.”
“What’s it say?”
I squinted and tried reading the words on my arm, “I don’t know, something about surrendering.”
“I’ll just read it tomorrow,” she laughed. “Well, I’m gonna go to sleep since you’re not available.”
My eyes widened, “You like me available?”
“By available, I meant ‘at the tracks’.”
“Oh right,” I shook my head. “You don’t like me, I get it.”
“Harry?” her voice became worried.
“Forget it. See you tomorrow,” I waved the bottle at the phone again.
“Oh, okay…” she paused. “Sweet dreams Harry.” I hung up without even responding. Disappointment flooded through me. This can’t be happening to me, I can’t have feelings for her. It’ll never work, nor will it ever happen. Plus, she’d never trust anyone. Stupid, stupid Harry. Why did you say that? Idiot.
I raised the bottle of whiskey up, “And this is for Mercy,” and I downed the rest of the bottle.
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