It All Started Here (Harry fanfic) *Editing*

Chapter 14

The tears poured out from my eyes when I realised what he was doing.

He started to lower his hand to my stomach, and they moved under my shirt. I shivered with the touch, wishing it was a dream.

He was going to rape me!

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I couldn't move. I just laid there, crying.

By now, my legs was tied too, and he fiddled with the clothes who was left on my body.

I felt blurry, like I didn't know what was happening. My body didn't listen to me, and couldn't.

He got angry over something, and took his anger out on me. He punched me in my stomach, over and over again, smirking the whole time.

The cloth who was in my mouth fell out from it, and I screamed out in pain.

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Harry's POV*

I heard a high scream coming from our rooms direction, and started to run down the hall.

I finally stood outside the room, and was about to open it.

Locked.

I heard more screams, and yells from a male.

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Sandy's POV*

I heard someone trying to open the door, and Dave got off me. I tried to stop my streaming tears, without success.

"SHIT!" Dave screamed.

I heard the person starting to fiddled with a key in the door, and how it flung open.

My bedroom door also opened, and there stood a shocked Harry. He was staring at me, and I was lying on my bed, almost naked, tied and cried.

"Uh, Harr-" Dave started, but stopped when he saw the look on his face.

"You!" He pointed to Dave. "How dare you try to rape her?! GET OUT!!" He showed him out, and closed the door.

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Harry's POV*

I looked at the fragile girl on the bed. Her legs and arms was tied, and her eyes was red from crying. She was half naked, scared, and looked like she was in pain.

I looked to the closed door, and started to go out to punch Dave.

"P-please stay..." Sandy's fragile voice pleaded.

I ran over to her, and started to untie her. She was sobbing quietly. I placed her on my lap, and brought her to my chest. She continued to cry.

"It's okay, Sands!" I comforted her.

"T-thank y-you." She cried. "H-he. I-i..." She started to cry more.

"It's okay! Paul took care of him. They're probably at the police soon." I whispered. "You two wasn't friends, right?"