Harry's pov
as i lean against the counter i eat the cookies starting to question why i'm not absolutely revolted by his style choice. he's a man he should act like it.
"oh what's that?" mary asks as she looks to the cookies. "cookies. can you not see?" she rolls her eyes "of course i know it's cookies where did you get them"
"the neighbor dropped some off." not lying technically!!
she crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow "really? i told you not to-" she starts yelling and i put my hand up to stop her "margret from down the fucking road the old lady. for Christ sake can you stop being so crazy." i say and she sighs "i'm sorry baby i just- i really don't want you to get involved with them and their lifestyle" she hugs me
i shrug her off "i'm not a child mary! i can make my own decisions you don't have to shelter me from what happens in the world i go out there way more than you do!" i shout and she puts her hands up in the air
"all you do is fucking shout at me all the time harry!" she puts her hands near my face and i flinch slightly. she's hit me before on accident she says. but it still hurt.
"i'm not gonna fucking hit you grow a pair of balls harry." she yells and i look down at her "i have more balls than your entire coward family!" i shout and she slaps me across the face
"see now you made me hit you you deserve it you fucking cunt. never talk about my family you hear me you little bitch?! next time it'll be 10 times harder." she goes upstairs and i rub my burning red cheek to sooth the burn a little bit
not only does my cheek hurt but also my dignity. i was always taught to respect women and never lay a hand on them. but she's hurting me why can't i stand up for myself? i tried telling my father the man i trusted the most but he just..laughed.
*flashback*
"dad can i talk to you?" i ask my father awfully nervous for the conversation to come. me and mary have been married 3 months now and she hit me. i don't know what to say or do but it's been a reoccurring thing.
"sure son." we walk upstairs to my room away from everyone. "mary has been..hitting me when she's angry dad i don't know what to do because obviously i'm not gonna hit her back and-" i'm interrupted by a loud laugh coming from my father
"oof you brought me all the way upstairs for that?! cmon haz she's a girl. the most she can do is slap you weakly it doesn't hurt just let her think she's in charge that's how i kept your mother this long!" my dad chuckles and i frown
"mum hits you?" i ask and he chuckles "no she doesn't dare to. but your wife is more feisty let her think she's the boss and you'll live happily trust me" i frown and he walks out.
i'm never telling anyone again.
*end of flashback*
since that i never told anyone ever. it seemed minor and useless she continued to hit me whenever she got really mad but i just let it be. let her think she's the boss
i don't think i'll ever tell anyone tho. i don't think anyone really cares about that and i mean. i should man up about it right? but it hurts still. i feel like i am not..worth anything like all this big manliness disappears once she raises her hand. what am i snymore?
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Fanfictionharry had always been a good christian boy. church every sunday. loving wife. life was going great for him. until a 19 year old twink moved in right in front of them.
