T/W: Mentions of rape
A/N:
Hey everyone!
In this chapter, there are going to be mentions of rape and if this is triggering for anyone feel free to skip. If you do skip, in this chapter, Haven is going to be telling Harry about her trauma from the past regarding her treatment by Malcolm.
If you experience or have experience SA I encourage you to reach out to crisis hotlines in your area when you are ready. Remember that healing does not have a time limit and regardless of your situation, it was not your fault. . .I don't need to know what happened to know that.
Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network (RAINN)-National Sexual Assault Hotline: 1 (800) 656 4673
I love you all:)
Here's some extra forehead kisses.
*forehead kiss* x2
-O
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Haven's POV:
"Sweetheart are you okay?" Mama asks as I come limping down the stairs. My nose burns with the tears that threaten to glisten over my eyes like a glowing red sign that screams "HELP ME".
It's been a couple of weeks since Leo and his mother died and it's also been a couple of weeks since I stopped being a kid.
"Do you want some hot chocolate?" she asks me and I smile nodding back. Words these days seem few and far between so when words can be avoided, I just smile and nod. The action of putting together letters to form said words that I have to then make an effort to say is enough to drain me for the rest of the day.
Once she disappears into the kitchen I take my time sitting down on the couch. Grabbing a blanket I drape it over my lap to cover the pillow placed beneath me. She'd know if she saw and I don't want her to.
It would break her more than it's broken me. Figuring out how to put myself back together is a big task without the added factor of making sure she remains intact. I'm being selflessly selfish...I'm putting myself first the only way I know how at the moment.
After several minutes, she comes back in with two steaming mugs covered with small, white, untouched marshmallows floating around the top. I was once like that. Innocent and unknowing of just how hot everything could get until I was a pile of mess that couldn't be put back together.
I smile in thanks when she hands it to me and I watch as she slightly winces when my sleeves roll up to reveal the bruises. A colourful mix of fresh and old ones that paint an array of colours throughout my forearm, a small piece in a much larger work of art that is my battered body. Taking a seat farther down the couch she attempts to hide her pain but I know better. She's always been good at knowing when I needed space. She always makes her presence known without being overbearing yet I always know she's nearby.
I watch as she does mental gymnastics in her brain trying to figure out whether or not to speak her next words. I hate that she talks to me like I might break any second but I could. I'm just worried about how I can contain the fallout if I'm the one shattered on the floor.
"Avery?" she questions softly, treading carefully over what she says next. I look up in answer awaiting her question and she takes the opportunity to scoot closer towards me.
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