Lost and Found || Punk H.S

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Andrea's POV

Harry's grip on my hand tightens immensely. This was the last thing I needed to happen today. It hasn't been long at all since Harry found out why there are marks on my arm. Harry's in no shape to fight obviously but if he thinks he's protecting me, he will.

"Hazza let's go," I whisper to him. He shakes his head and stares straight through Dylan. "So why did he stab you," Dylan asks with a smirk. "What do you mean," Harry asks calmly but I can see the way his jaw is clenched, and feel the blood being cut off from my fingers while I hold his as hard as I can so he knows I won't leave this.

"Why did he stab you when he could have stabbed her," Dylan laughs, each chuckle like the stab he wanted. "He had his reasons, like the reasons I have to hate you. He hated me, end of story," Harry sighs.

"Like everyone. Everyone already does. You've changed a lot Harry, what would your 'daddy' think," his smirk grows and Harry lunges at him but Dylan quickly punches his stomach, bringing him down on his knees. I run to his side quickly.

"What's your problem," I shout at Dylan seeing the tears of pain that Harry is trying to hide as he grips his wound.

"With the things this prick did, a punch in the stomach is the least of what I want to do honey. You'll see it eventually."

"At least I didn't rape an innocent girl twice you fuck," Harry shouts through tears. I wipe them quickly from his face. He still has no strength. Dylan looks shocked and my stomach drops to the floor. Once Harry realizes what he said his eyes widen.

"Excuse me," Dylan looks straight at me. Fear courses through me once again. I'm dead, I'm so dead. Start planning my funeral and make my gravestone because I'm absolutely screwed.

"You heard me," Harry whispers as yet another tear falls from his beautiful green eyes. "I'm so sorry," he whispers to me. I just shake my head as a tears now fall from both of our eyes now.

Dylan pulls me up by my wrist, causing a cry of pain to leave me mouth. He starts to say something but I know I can't handle anymore from him.

I shove him away from me with all my strength, causing him to fall onto the floor. Nothing but pure shock covers his face.

"Enough," I scream as loud as my tired lungs will let me. "You've done enough, more than enough you prick. Touch him one more time and a stabbing from my dad would seem like a damn picnic." Tears continue down my face out of depression and anger.

It was true. I'd had enough. His torture had gotten to me long ago but of course that wouldn't drive me to this point. He couldn't hurt Harry, the only person who has ever loved me. The only person I've ever loved. I couldn't cope with the tears currently streaming down his face.

Both Harry and Dylan look at me shocked but I couldn't have taken anymore from him.

I grab Harry's hand and pull him up to me. He leans on me keeping one arm around my shoulders and one hand on his stomach.

Harry gets confused when he sees me heading towards the front doors. "What are we doing," he asks with pain laced in his voice. I sigh.

"You were right. We shouldn't have come today," I purse my lips as more tears escape our eyes. When you start crying, how do you stop anyway? I've never stopped crying before, I've only fallen asleep to wake up with unshed tears still held in my eyes.

We slowly walk out of the doors and I carry half his weight and mine back to his house. Walking always gives me too much to think about when it's silent, but neither of us are quite in shape to talk at the moment.