Family

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Holly's POV:

I woke up in extreme pain. Every bone, every inch of my body hurt. I rolled over. The hard carpet digging into my wounds and bruises from last night. I must have fallen asleep on the floor after what happened with dad.

I reached over to grab my phone sending a text to the boys

Harry, Ron and Hermione

me: Good morning guys 

Haz: Ffs Holly! you woke meeee!  You div

Tom: See Holly you're living up to my contact name. lmao. But good morning sunshine

me: ughh i can't believe you still haven't changed that yet!

Tom: what do you mean yet?! Its never getting changed. 

Me: THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND! get it changed

Tom: NEVERRRRRRRRRRR

I giggled a little at that but quickly covered my mouth. It actually hurt to laugh. My stomach was in agony from the 4 kicks it received last night. Everything from last night came rushing back to me. The agonizing punches, kicks and slaps i received: my body jittered just thinking about it . and then.. Tom. The text i got from him. I panicked when i recieved that. Him and Haz knew me so well so it was no surprise that one if not both would catch on. I think i threw him off track though so it should be okay.

I want to leave this house so bad. Just take off somewhere where he can't hurt me. but i'm terrified. I'm terrified of what would happen to me or even the people around me. I'm not being dramatic but i genuinely think if he was ever questioned about child abuse he would kill me then and there.

I stumbled to my feet, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. As i slowly walked over to the mirror i dreaded what i was about to see, i knew i would look a mess covered in bruises, but holy shit. I didn't expect it to be that bad. My eye was a little swollen, a bright yellow colour around the rim where my dad had punched me. This shade of yellow was the shade i would associate with happiness: this. This was far from it. 

My phone buzzed falling off of the table it was sitting on. It was the group chat again.

Harry, Ron and Hermione

Tom: Be ready in 20, guess who's back from his cooking class in New York! Just in case you're like Haz and an absolute idiot who doesn't understand who i mean. its Sam.

Tom: Oh yeah and he's making waffles!

I smiled. I hadn't seen Sam in over 2 months. He was such a nice guy who i got on really well with. But then the realization hit me. I remembered what i look like.

I grabbed my makeup bag desperately trying to find my foundation and concealer to cover up my huge bruises that could be seen from a mile away. i pressed down on the handle ejecting foundation onto my hand which would then be put on my face to hide any glimmer of a bruise that could be seen.

finally after what felt like hours, but in reality was only ten minutes i managed to do my makeup to where you couldn't tell anything had happened to me. I brushed my teeth and threw my hair up into a messy bun.

Less than 5 minutes Tom was at my door, knocking as loudly as he could. I quickly ran into my dads room attempting to wake him up but i was unsuccessful. His loud snores were filling the whole room and to be honest probably the whole neighborhood. As a result i ended up just writing a note, sticking it to the fridge as i left.

Toms knocks were getting louder by the second so i ran to the door. Any louder and i would be getting a second beating from my dad; which given the fact that i did basically the same thing as yesterday was looking very likely .

"Jesus! You're so impatient!" i said laughing
"you took agessss" Tom whined
"2 minutes Tom...I took 2 minutes" i said laughing which not gonna lie really hurt
"2 minutes too long" Tom said before pulling me into a hug.

I winced in pain, i was still extremely sore. The bruises felt like they were on fire. They hurt like hell. "what was that?" Tom said worriedly after seeing me flinch as a result of me hugging him.
"what was what?" i laughed trying to pretend i didn't know.
"you flinched" Tom said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"oh right um.." i took a second pausing to think of an excuse.  "sorry" i said. i couldn't think of any kind of excuse so i just said sorry? REALLY HOLLY?!