I hardly reconize the person lying on hte bed, their face is bloody and swollen while they are bruised all over. I then see the scar and realize it's Harry.
I immediatley wonder what happened to him, and why he was in the cupboard. Who could and would do something like this? I actually felt sorry for him
I moved closer and touched his hand, he flinched and moved back, his eyes opening in horror
It appeared as if it had been the first time that day that he had opened them. He couldn´t quite see me very clearly, or so I thought as his eyes were narrowed.
"Dudley?" Harry stammered.
"Harry, who did this to you? what happened?" I gasped
"I - I -" Harry started, but found he could not go on. Dudley was shocked, he had never seen his cousin like this before.
"Duddy!" Mum called and i left the cupboard quikcly
"Is something wrong?" she enquired
"Nope nothing." Dudley replied and started to walk to the door. "Duddy!" Mum called again
"What?" he enquired. He was rather annoyed by the way his mother was treating him. Couldn´t she just let him be?
"Your shoe is gone!" she said and dudley swore
"Diddykins!" She exclaimed. She had never heard her Duddly swear! What could have happened to his shoe? "What did you do with your shoe?"
"I lost it!" He replied. "Well be more careful." She said and hesnapped, giving up, tired of being treated like a baby. "Fuck you." He muttered under his breath
With this, Dudly suddenly stormed to his room to look for something, ignoring his mother´s shout of: "But what about shopping, Sweetie?"
He slammed the door behind him and put on his music full volume, he looked in his mirror at his horrible overweight reflection
What do others think of me? he thought. Do they only see me as the mean bully?
He sat down on his bed and buried his face in his pillow. for the fiirst tiem in years, Dudley cried.
He felt really terrible. Why did he have to feel so guilty? It was only his cousin that he saw. Yet he couldn´t rid himself of the image. Harry, all bloodied up. It was worse than a nightmare
After he was done crying, he got up and left his room, he couldn't hear his mother dusting, cleaning or anything like there usually was, so he went downstairs to the cupboard.
He decided to check on Harry, and so opened the door; he quickly shut it again when he saw him. His chest was heaving up and down, and he kept on thinking to himself: Ok, I can do this.
"Harry?' He whispered and Harry opened his eyes slightly.
"Are - are you ok?" Dudley went on, but Harry didn´t seem like he could answer.
He jsut closed his eyes again, like he was battling to breathe.
Dudley was unsure of how he should continue. He had never had to think about anyone but himself.
There were footsteps and Dudley jumped up and left the cupboard, knowing his father was home.
"Where´s my Dudders?" Vernon Dursleys voice boomed. As soon as he saw Dudley, he approached him and tried to give him a hug.
"Hello dad." He said and looked at the clock, he was supposed to meet piers. He left the house quickly
Dudley went as fast as he could to the park where he was supposed to meet him, and found that he was already waiting there
By the time Dudley got home that night, it was already dark. He opened the door and started to go upstairs when he heard the sound of a belt or whip. He dreaded the thoughts of what it could be
The noise was coming from the living room; he slowly started to descend, afraid of what he knew he would find.
He found his father, a belt in hand, whacking it over the bloody lump that was his cousin. "Ah, Duddy, I have a job for you, come here!" Vernon said and Dudley dreadingly approached Harry...