Stereotypes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 7 - The Weekend: Part 2

I tried to scream but no sound came. The shorter of the two laughed as the taller, stronger one drug me deeper into the alley and threw me against the wall, making me crack my head against the brick. I fell, limp and dizzy. My stomach was turning, what was happening?

The two men were dirty and scruffy. The shorter was still laughing, while the taller looked mad. He reached down and slapped me across the face then spit on me. My head was still pounding from the wall and from hitting the pavement. I could feel his spit sliding down my cheek, being met with my own tears.

“Don’t cry you little bitch,” the taller said. The shorter was still laughing though I have no idea what for.

The taller was now sitting on top of me, still looking mad, though now there was annoyance in his face as well. He raised his right arm and swung down, plowing his huge fist into the side of my face. Everything blurred for a moment, I kept telling myself to stay alert, scream for help, maybe someone’s on the sidewalk. I opened my mouth to scream but I felt his hand wrap around my throat.

“If you scream, I’ll skin you like a rat.”

I felt blood come out of my mouth and roll down my jaw. Short was no longer laughing, but he didn’t look angry either. He did a little hop and sent his right foot into my side. More tears were rolling down my face, making it itchy mixed with the blood and spit. Tall punched me again right as Short kicked me in the side a second time. My eyes snapped shut as pain surged through my body. I tried to open them but I couldn’t.

“That should hold her tight,” Tall said.

I felt a pair of hands grab at the collar of my shirt and ripped it off, to whom the hands belonged to, I don’t know. Those same hands grabbed the center of my bra and ripped that off at the same time someone else, probably tall, undid the snaps of my jean shorts and pulled those off as well. I wanted to get up and run again, run anywhere but here but I could move. I could twitch my fingers but just barely.

Hands were around my throat again but they felt smaller and colder than Tall’s, they must be Short’s. I heard him snicker again as Tall pulled off my panties, tearing them all to pieces. Short smacked me across the face a couple of times then kicked my shoulder, ribs, then side one more time before Tall pushed my legs apart and I felt him enter me. It hurt, a lot. I slowly faded away.

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My eyes twitched, then my fingertips. My face felt warm while everything else hurt. My head was pounding and the sound of my heartbeat was thumping in my ears.

I pulled my eyes open and instantly regretted it. All I could see was bright, white light. I blinked my eyes a few times to adjust and recognized the scene. I was in a hospital room.

Why am I here? There’s no one in here but me I notice as I look around. What’s going on? And why am I in so much pain? I’ve never been in so much pain in all my life.

The door across the room slowly opened then, and a familiar figure came in. Harry.

“Oh my god, you’re awake!” and he was gone again. I wanted to get up and run after him, where was he going? I needed questions answered! I needed a familiar face!

He was back in seconds with two nurses and a doctor right behind him. “She was like that when I walked in, doctor,” he said to the man in all blue.

The nurses stood on both sides of the end of the bed looking at me with extreme concern while the doctor came and stood beside me. “Hello, can you speak? Can you tell me your name?”

I slowly pulled my dry lips apart, they were super chapped and scabby. I tried to talk but at first nothing came out. Finally I was able to get my voice to work, “Sk- Skylar. Skylar Kaye Yailen.”