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There's kinda gonna be a second part, like the next chapter is Kaydence POV continuing from where this chapter ends.

Sorry if you wanted this chapter to be in Kaydence's POV but I chose Harry cause I wanted you guys to see his reaction and how he feels while she's telling him.

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She stared at me, her eyes determined.

"Which part to you want to know?" She asked finally.

"All of it."

She brushed her hair back, her hand slightly shaking. "Well, I told you my dad left us." She stated.

I nodded slowly, not quite sure what to expect. "Yes, you did."

She pursed her lips, and blew out a breath, then met my eyes with the most serious face. "Try not to talk, okay? I need to just say it all together otherwise I'll never be able to tell you."

"Okay."

She ran her her hands on her thighs, then clasped them together tightly to keep from moving them, I could tell she was nervous.

She finally opened her mouth and started talking. "My parents met in college, dated for while, and not soon after my mom got pregnant with Danny." She paused at the mention of her brother. "They didn't know what else to do, other then raise Danny together, so they got married. They were happy with each other, you know all in love, and two years later they had me. Everything was fine after I was born, I grew up being a happy kid. I was close to my mom and dad, but it wasn't until I was five things started changing."

She stared off towards the window as she continued. "My mom and dad started fighting all the time because my dad had to work late and she wasn't okay with that. He started drinking a lot, and me and my brother never really saw him anymore. I remember being sad all the time cause of all the fighting, and I missed spending time with my dad."

She stopped, and I could see her struggling with what she was going to say next. I reached over and laid my hand on her arm. "Go on." I encouraged her.

She looked down at my hand on her arm, then closed her eyes as she spoke. "One night my dad came home from work really late, and all of us were already in bed. He stumbled into my room and woke me up, and he reeked of booze. He was drunk, but I didn't even care at the time because I was just so happy to finally be able to see my dad."

"He walked over to my bed, and sat down. I got up, all excited and asked him to play with me, and picked up my Barbie dolls. He said we could play, but he had some other game in mind. I willingly agreed, thinking it was some really fun game. He grabbed my hand and told me to lay back down. He started saying how it was a game just between us, and I had to promise to never share our game with anyone. At the time I nodded my head and pinky swore I wouldn't tell, because I thought it'd be fun. But it wasn't. He...touched me. And not in the way a dad is suppose to touch his daughter. I didn't even know what was going on, I just remember feeling violated, dirty, and knowing it was wrong." Her voice cracks.

I don't even know what to say, and my breathing starts to deepen as I come to terms of what her father did to her. I try to keep my voice calm when I speak. "Is that all?"

She shakes her head, and my stomach sinks from the fact that there was more. "After he told me I had to remember not to tell anyone, especially not my mom because she'd be mad, and they were already always fighting. I agreed because I thought that would be the only time..."

"He came in almost every night and did the same thing. It went on for years, and every time he made me promise not to tell. I never did, until one time when I had tried to."

She looks up at me. "The scars on my back, he gave them to me when he overheard me almost telling my mom, but she was too busy and couldn't talk at the moment. So when my brother and mom went grocery shopping, he grabbed a knife. I tried to run, but he knocked me on my stomach and cut my back, telling me if I ever told anyone, he'd do much worse. So I never told."

I clench my fists, and suddenly feel the need to punch something. Preferably her father. How could he hurt her?

"What about your wrist?" I ask in a low voice.

She looks down and stares at it, and brushes it softly with her finger.

"The same thing went on for several years, and I was miserable. When I turned twelve though, I got my period, and that whole week he didn't come into my room, and I thought it was over, that he would finally leave me alone. I got happy, and felt like maybe there was hope for me. But it all came crashing down when he came in my room later on that week. I felt all the hope rush away, and just felt like giving up. But when he came in, I noticed it wasn't the same. And he...well that time it was different."

"Different? What do you mean?"

She glances up at me, and her eyes glaze over. "I mean, he raped me that time. He came in and forced me down on the bed, took off my clothes, and his, and forced himself on me. I started fighting him and trying to push him, but nothing worked. I punched him in the face, and he pulled a knife on me. I didn't think that he would actually do anything, but when he moved his hand from my mouth I screamed so loud, and he grabbed my wrist and cut my vein..."

"I became weak real quick, and couldn't fight him anymore. I was dizzy, and falling in and out of consciousness, but I do remember my brother running onto the room with a bat. He started pushing my dad off of me and beating him with it, my mom came running in and told Danny to stop. He did, but told him to get out before he called the cops. I started feeling like I was falling asleep, but I heard Danny yelling, and felt his arms pick me up from the bed. The last thing I heard was my mom crying, and the next morning I woke up in the hospital. I never saw my dad after that."

We are both silent, Kaydence staring at the floor, and me trying to not break something.

"So your dad tried to kill you." I state.

She sarcastically laughs, and pushes her hair behind her ear. "Yeah I guess he did." She continues laughing.

"It's not funny Kaydence." I say angrily.

Her face stills, and she watches me closely. I get up and start pacing the room. I don't even know what to do with myself, all I know is that I want that guy dead, and I want to be the one who kills him. At this point I couldn't give a shit about going to jail, the guy is a bastard who deserves to die.

I grunt angrily and run my hands into my hair, pulling it.

"Harry, calm down." Kaydence says.

I whirl around and give her an incredulous look. "Calm down? Calm down?! I can't calm down Kay! I want to fucking kill him for what he did to you! He violated you, and he tried to kill you! What if he had huh?!" I yell.

She looks up at me from under her eyelashes and speaks softly. "Then I'd be okay with that."

I freeze at her words, and rush over to her, kneeling down and cupping her face in my hands. "Don't say that. Your life means something. You know it does too, otherwise you wouldn't of tried to fought him off of you."

Her eyes start to water, and a single tear runs down her cheek. "It doesn't feel like it. Madison just betrayed me, my mom blames me for what happened to Danny, and Danny-" her voice breaks and I suddenly understand everything now. Why she is so closed off from everyone around her. The one person who saved her from the man who hurt her, and protected her through out the years is now gone, and she feels that she has no one else to turn to.

I wipe the tears falling onto her cheeks, and pull her closer to me. " You do mean something babe, you might not think so, and it might not feel like it, but you do." I lean down to kiss her forehead, and cup her face as I look into her eyes. "You mean something to ME Kaydence."

Her lip quivers, and she throws her arms around my neck as she buries her head into my chest crying. I hold her tightly, and kiss her repeatedly, assuring her everything will be okay.

"I'll always be here, you know that right?"

She doesn't answer me, and I pull her back to get a look at her.

She's looking down at the floor, and I put my finger under her chin tilting her head up. "I promise you I will always be here."

She stares up at me cautiously, and tilts her head. "Your not disgusted by me?" She asks softly.

I shake my head, and kiss her lightly. "No, I'm not."

She looks back down and so quietly says "I am."

My heart breaks from her confession and i pull her into my arms again as she breaks out into more sobs, holding her the rest of the night.