May POV {17 years ago}

It's raining badly outside. There is also a lot of thunder and lightning as well.

My father is out of town for work and my sisters are at their friends house for a sleep over. My Mom went out with her friends so I'm currently home alone.

The blankets are brought up to my chin and my eyes screw shut as the roaring sound of thunder goes through my ears.

I hear the front door slam shut and I bite my lip nervously.

I slide out of bed and turn on the hallway light. "Mom?" I call from the top of the steps.

We're getting the stairs redone with new carpet so now they're bare with nothing on them but the basic wood that was under the carpet.

I walk down the steps slowly and see my Mother at the bottom. Her balance is wobbly and her eyes don't look normal.

I've learned this in school last week. I think she's drunk. Is drunk the word? I don't know but it's a possibility.

"Why are you up? It's late." She slurs.

"I-I can't sleep." I mutter lowly. Her eyes roll.

"Come down here." She points to the last step. I hesitantly walk down to the last step.

I hear lightening and I jump a little. "You make me want to drink May." My Mother grumbles.

"Drink what?" I ask. Her eyes stare at me.

"You're really not smart are you?"

"I have all A's in school." I say.

"Are you back talking me?" Her blue eyes darken.

"No, I was just saying." I mumble.

The lights in the house flicker and my hands shake a tiny bit.

"I wish I got rid of you." She says to me.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"I wish I killed you when you were living inside of me." My eyes sting. She doesn't mean that, she's just drunk.

Her hand pushes my shoulder back a little making me stumble back.

Her breath smells bad. A headache forms and I groan. "Go back to bed." My Mother slurs. I nod. As I turn around to walk back up the hard steps I feel both her hands push me harshly making me fall face first into the stairs.

I land at the bottom of the steps where her feet are. I press my hands against my head. My eyes sting roughly.

"Stand up." Her voice commands.

"My head hurts." I cry.

"Stand the hell up!" My Moms voice is loud. I make myself stand up and tears are running down my cheeks.

The palm of her hand hits my cheek harshly making me cry harder. I drop to my knees and put my head down into my chest. My arms hold my head as I feel her start to kick me.

"You ruined everything!" I hear her shout. Her foot roughly kicks the side of my rib cage making my arms drop from my head and to my sides.

My head is pounding and I can't really think. All I can feel is the tears dripping down from my eyes to my cheeks.

Her foot steps on my wrist. The pressure of her foot stepping down on my wrist makes me cry loudly. "Stop!" I manage to say through tears.

Her foot leaves my wrist and I bring it to my chest and sob.

I don't remember anything after that besides that she kicks the side of my head and I black out.

*

"May!" I hear Harry's voice say loudly. His hands are shaking me. I sit up quickly and move to the very edge of the bed.

My chest rises and falls heavily and the sound of thunder fills my hears.

I feel my cheeks are damp and my back is sweaty. I look up to Harry who looks worried.

My chests tightens and my jaw begins to tremble.

He slowly moves closer toward me. "D-D-Did I wake you?" I ask hesitantly. Harry nods and I bite down.

My eyes well up and my whole body begins to shake.

Harry's arm wrap around me tightly and he try's to smooth me. My face becomes buried into him and I sob.

"It's okay. You're safe." I grip onto his body and press my head against his chest firmly.

I forgot all about that night. I forgot about that and now it keeps replaying in my mind. I feel the pain still in my body making me cry harder.

"I-I'm sorry." I cry into him. "I-I-I--" Harry cuts me off.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. Just relax." His lips kiss the side of my head.

I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.

I try to take deep breaths but it doesn't work. His hands stroke the back of my head and his other hand rubs my lower back. "W-W-What did I-I s-say?" I manage to ask finally.

He doesn't answer quickly. A few seconds later he tells me. "You kept saying stop." I bite my lip. "Was it a bad memory?" I nod against him. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want too."

"M-my uh Mother was drunk." I mutter against him. "S-she came home d-drunk d-during a storm. I-I don't know what I d-did to t-tick her off but she st-started saying all of th-these things like how she w-wished she killed me w-when I w-was living inside of her." I pause for a moment to take small breaths.

"She told me to g-go back to bed. When I turned around she pushed me into the s-stairs that had n-no car-carpet on them. J-Just the underwood. I r-remember falling to the bottom where her feet were and my h-head hurting. She told me to stand up and I-I did.

She slapped me r-really h-hard and I fell. My M-Mother st-started kicking me. I uh, had my a-arms around my head but she k-kicked the side of my r-rib cage m-making my arms give u-up. After that she," I pause and screw my eyes shut.

"S-she uh kicked my head hard and I blacked out." I finish and feel my chest is tense. Harry's grip around me is tight. He kisses my temple then the side of my head. "I-I-I remember
w-wishing to die du-during that m-moment so I wouldn't have to g-go th-through that a-again. I don't want to remember any of this Harry."

"I know baby. I'm so fucking sorry." His fingers goes through my hair.

"I-I'm sorry f-for wa-waking you."

"Don't say that May. You have nothing to be sorry for."

My head breaks away from his chest and I look up at him. His thumb brushes away the tears rolling down my cheeks and his kisses my forehead. "I love you May. Your Mom can rot in hell." His thumb rubs my cheek. "Does your Dad know?" I nod.

"He c-came home the next day and I was still passed out on the floor. He woke me up somehow and told me not to t-tell anyone." My eyes cloud. "W-We went to the d-doctors because I couldn't r-really move my head. I had a bruised skull, wrists, and rib cage. W-when I blacked out she k-kept kicking me. My F-Father told the doctors that I fell down a hill in the woods and landed into a sharp rock." Harry's eyes tear up.

"He didn't say anything to your Mom?"

"Not that I c-can remember." I murmur. "My Dad told me that I ticked h-her off when she was d-drunk and that's why she hit me." I see his jaw tighten.

Harry just shakes his head and holds me. "Next time I'm in the same area as your Father, you're going to have to keep me on the opposite side of the room, okay?"

"Okay." I murmur.

"Try to get some sleep okay?" Harry says. He kisses my cheek. "I love you."

"I-I love you t-too." I hold his hand tightly and hold it against my chest.

A://N

Hola

May's currently 24 so 17 years ago she was 7 fyi

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