After i'm done drinking the juice, Harry takes the glass from my hands. I can feel his eyes on me but I keep my gaze down, staring at the broken glass. I hear Harry sigh before he sits down beside me, the mattress dipping down from his weight.

"Here, lemme have a look." Harry says, bringing his palm in front of me and I stare at it for a couple of seconds, thinking what he wants to have a look at. I feel him shuffle a bit before he speaks up again. "Your finger Stella, let me see the unnecessary damage you caused to yourself." The irritation is clear in his voice as he talks and before I know it he has managed to grab my wrist tugging it towards him.

I wince at the feeling of his fingers on the sore skin of my wrist, the burn from the ropes Josh tied me to is still evident so are the red marks but thankfully Harry has not noticed them yet and I plan to let it be that way, not sure what will he do if he finds them.

"Did you hear what I just said?" I hear Harry saying and I turn my attention towards him. He has a frown etched on his face and his jaw is clenched, making it very clear to me that he's trying to control his anger.

The corners of my lips turns downwards as I try to remember his words. What did he say? I didn't hear him uttering a single word.

"Jeez, I said it's not that bad. You don't need to put a bandaid if you don't want to." Harry snaps letting go of my wrist with a sharp tug, his sudden harsh action causes a small involuntary gasp to escape my mouth.

Before I can bring my hand back into my lap, Harry grabs my forearm. I watch him with eyes wide with horror as he stares down at the marks on wrists, his eyes narrowed into thin slits. Not sure what else to do, I try to snatch my arm away but Harry's grip only become tight, his fingernails digging into my flesh. He examines the freshly inflicted red marks on my wrist for a little longer before his head snaps upwards, his narrowed eyes staring into my wide, glossy ones.

"Show me your other wrist." He commands, his voice dead serious and his face expressionless as if daring me to disobey. I stare at him with horrified expressions, not finding the strength to move any part of body.

"I said show me the other one." Harry shouts, his voice echoing through the entire room, making him sound even more dangerous.

My entire body becomes tense as Harry stands up from his place abruptly and hover over me. I hesitantly look up in his eyes but seeing the anger in them, I instantly lower my gaze, regretting looking up. Slowly I bring my shivering arm forward, knowing that I have no other choice. If Harry wants to have a look at it, he will, one way or another.

Harry takes no time in grabbing it and bringing it closer to his face, his eyes fixated on the marks. I feel his fingers running over the sensitive skin and I bite my lower lip in an attempt to not hiss or gasp. Harry applies more pressure on it and I clamp my eyes shut, trying to absorb the pain his action causes, hoping that it will be over soon.

"How did this happen?" His voice is demanding as he speaks, letting go of my forearm at the same time and I immediately bring it to my chest, fisting my shirt tightly in my hand, not wanting Harry to see or touch my wrist again. Who the hell does he think he is?

"I don't know." I say, my voice is high pitched and ends up as a small strangled sob. Harry breathes in sharply at my words and shakes his head, I watch as his naked feet take a step back, moving closer to my sitting body, if it's even possible.

"Don't lie." Harry's hand reaches forward and I flinch back, moving away from him as much as possible. "It's okay, I'm not hurting you. Am I? Just give me an answer." His voice is suddenly much calmer, no longer sounding dangerous and deadly.

I contemplate over what to say. I can't tell him about my attempt to escape this house, fully aware that it will result into something nasty, neither can I say that he did it because only god knows what it will lead to. The only thing I can do is distract him from the topic for sometime and that's what I decide to do.

"I.. I'm not feeling well." I cry, bringing my hands up to my forehead and clutching it tightly. "My head hurts, Harry." I gasp, making my voice sound as painful as possible. I let out a small cry and clamp my eyes shut, my inner actress coming in handy yet again.

"Fuck." I hear Harry swear under his breath and I know that I have succeeded in distracting him. I feel his hand on my shoulder and I flinch away from it on purpose, just to make my act appear more real.

"Why don't you lie down, baby." Harry's voice is soft and low, barely above a whisper.

"I don't know, it's too much." I tell him as Harry grabs my forearms, moving them away from my head and I let them fall into my lap, my eyes still tightly shut.

"Just lie down." Harry's voice is laced with panic, his hands cupping my jaw and his fingers drawing patterns on my cheeks. "I'm a fucking idiot. Babe, I'm sorry. Say something, please."

For a moment I feel guilty for creating such a drama, for playing the poor, depressed guy but then I decide to just suck it up. I'm doing this for my own good, no one likes to get a beating every now and then, right? On top of that, I have no strength left in me to deal with Harry's tantrums, there are already so many things making my life a living hell.

"I'll bring you some Advil. Just hold on, yeah?" I nod at his words, keeping my eyelids shut and my face scrunched up like I'm in pain.

I hear Harry opening a drawer and not even a second later he's by my side again. Slowly I open my eyes and he's kneeling in front of me with two pills in one hand and a half filled glass of juice in the other one. Taking the pills from his hand, I put them in my mouth and Harry brings the glass of liq

uid to my mouth, with a small gulp of juice I swallow the Advil.

"Get some rest now, you'll be just fine." He's rubbing my thigh as he speaks but his hand doesn't go too high, making it obvious that his intentions aren't wrong , he's just trying to soothe me. Ever since that Niall incident, he's somewhat changed. Sure, he has anger management issues but he no longer tries to force me into sexual activities.

"Babe." Harry's voice breaks me out of my thoughts and I cautiously peer up at him. His lips are set in a thin line and his brows are creased, his eyes running over my entire face, as if to make sure that I'm not hurt. "Rest, I'll bring you something to eat." With that said, Harry stands to his full height and takes a step back, giving me space to move.

Once I'm leaning against the headboard, Harry covers me with a blanket before touching my forehead with three of his fingers.

"Your temperature is still high but it's a lot lower than before." Harry speaks lowly, moving his fingers away. "I'll be back." With that, Harry presses his lips lightly against my temple before he moves.

The creaking of the door tells me that Harry's out of the room, I immediately relax, letting out a long sigh and again my thoughts of last night are back. Everything that happened yesterday runs through my head and I feel the tears stinging my eyes again. The thought of my dead parents causes me to shiver. Maybe he was lying, maybe he said that just to make me lose every kind of hope but again, someone whose cruel enough to trick their own brother can do anything.

Sound of door bell ringing causes breaks me out of my miserable thoughts, a frown finds itself on my face as I think about whose come to visit Harry. After a while, I hear faint noises of someone talking and I realize that whoever it was on the door, Harry's allowed him to enter the house. I stay on the bed for sometime, contemplating on whether I should go see who it is or if I should wait for Harry to come back.

As tempting as the first idea sound, I decide to pass on it, knowing that Harry might lose his anger at my unwelcome appearance in front of his guest. It's better to stay in the room and take advantage of the loneliness. I stand up from the bed and make my way towards the bathroom, deciding to take a bath knowing that Harry will obviously force me to let him bath me and I most definitely don't want him to see anymore marks on my skin than he already has.

Once the tub is full of water, I step into it, my muscles relaxing as soon as the warm water makes contact with my skin. I close my eyes and decide to enjoy the moment but again the thoughts are in my mind. Josh. My parents. My life. Scars. Harry. Medicine s... my mind is everywhere, making it impossible to live the present moment. Bringing my arms up, I stare at the marks adorning my skin, some darker than other, all of them are ugly but the worst is Harry's name carved into my flesh. As I stare at it, my eyes brim with tears again. Slowly, I stand up and step out of the tub, making my way towards that full size mirror, I stare at my face, my puffy eyes having dark circles around them, my body, scars on every other part of it. Ugly. Nasty. Dirty. That's what my brain screams, making my head ache. I tug on my hair, sinking on to the ground and sobbing loudly like a five year old.

I deserve this, I deserve all this shit I'm going through. A girl like who decided to run away with a guy she knew for less than even a year, a girl who betrayed her parents for a god damn guy, deserves to go all through this and maybe even more. I swipe my nose with the back of my hand and stand up, grabbing a sponge I rub it all over me and thighs, trying to remove the feel of the fucking rapist's fingers on my skin. It's because of him, it's all because of him. He wasn't worthy of my love. That fucker didn't deserve a sincere lover, hell he doesn't even deserve to live. I rub and rub until my skin turns a shade of red and my breathing is heavy.

The bathroom door suddenly clicks and I turn my head in it's direction, jumping up in surprise when I see Harry standing in the door way. He examines me for a couple of seconds, eyes running over my bare body before finally he looks into my eyes, the frown on his face turns into a smile as he steps inside and closes the door behind him, striding towards me and then first thing that comes to my mind is, OH NO.