speak

Chapter 4

Third Person POV

Harry takes the bones from the turkey to school to use on his art tree. It honestly doesn't look like one at all- but Mr. Irwin should understand that he is being creative and using his pain in the form of art. That's got to count for something. The rest of the class leaves except Mr. Irwin and a girl Harry knew as Hannah, and they all stood around his desk staring at it. "That's like... really creepy." Hannah says.

"It's almost like, looking at me." Harry plays with his fingers and looks over at Mr. Irwin for some kind of approval. He just stares at it before clearing his throat. "I think, that this represents something," Harry bites his lip, swallowing. "This bottom piece...could represent feeling trapped."

"And this top part...maybe grief?" Harry blinks and he wants to say yes, yes this is exactly right. But he doesn't. He stays seated with his mouth shut until Mr. Irwin stands from where he was crouching down. "You two should start going, bells about to ring." Harry sighs and grabs his art journal, about to knock down the bones but Mr. Irwin quickly stops him. "Hey, hey, do not destroy this...masterpiece. Look, I'll keep it in here for you."

"Thanks." Harry mumbles and walks out of the room, leaving Hannah behind. His next class is Science and he puts his head in his hands, breathing slowly. This day was dreading, extremely long and it felt like it was in slow motion. Recently, things haven't been going so well. Evan hasn't seen Harry in a while because apparently he's off to some trip for Thanksgiving and wouldn't be back for a long time. So now that he was gone you'd expect Harry to feel better, but all it did was remind him of what happened. He hates being alone with his thoughts now because all he remembers is what has happened.

"Hey." A voice jostles him out of his thoughts. He finds Louis. "We're doing projects, I wanted to know if you'd like to work together or something." He whispers. Harry blinks out of shock, opening and closing his mouth. "I- uh-"

"Hey! I was going to work with him." Abigail interrupts. Harry frowns and he catches a glimpse of Louis' annoyed face. "I don't think he chose you." Louis spits.

"He hasn't chosen you either. Harry, who do you want to work with?" She asks. Harry feels his throat go dry and he casts his eyes down to his fingers. "...Louis." He hears Abigail gasp and he honestly wanted to roll his eyes and scream that she's annoying as hell but he keeps his mouth shut. "Whatever."

It's silent for a while until Louis speaks again. "So we're partners?" Harry nods hesitantly and Louis smiles. "Alright. I'll just tell Miss Chica that we're lab partners."

"W-Wait we're doing lab?" Harry asks.

Louis stops and shakes his head in affirmation. "Yeah? We have lab every other week, remember."

"Oh. Right." Harry awkwardly says. Louis looks at him curiously but doesn't say a word.

*

After school Harry walks home again, not wanting to ride with Gemma. The day before he remembers hearing her and Evan do it and it disgusted him. Not because he heard his sister but because that's the same guy that forced himself on him. He wonders how Gemma hasn't noticed the change, or if she just doesn't care. A car drives beside him but starts to slow down to the same speed as Harry's steps. He raises his eyebrows but they widen when he sees who's inside the car. He's smirking directly at him and Harry starts to run, but the car only drives faster.

A hand grabs onto his waist and he screams but the other covers his mouth. "Let go of me!" He screams. Evan pulls him into the woods and he continues to shout until Evan pushes him onto the ground. He tries to scramble up but Evan pushes him back down. "Stop." Harry cries. As always, Evan ignores him, unbuttoning his pants and pulling Harry's down as well. "You're so pretty." Evan whispers in his ear.

Harry turns his head the other way when Evan tries to kiss him and the senior growls, grabbing his face harshly. "Pull away from me again." He threatens. Harry flinches and when he tries to lean down again, he presses his lips together in a line. "Fine, I'll just go rougher."

Evan may have stole his virginity but he wouldn't do his first kiss.

It may not really matter, but it did to him. When Evan thrusted inside of him he cried out loudly, the older boy covering his mouth. Tears rolled down Harry's cheeks as Evan fucked into him harshly, keeping Harry's mouth shut. Harry tried to push him away this time since his hands were free but Evan was again, too strong. The pain was beginning to be too much, along with the screaming his attempt to fight back until his vision blurred and all he remembered was Evan's face smirking down at him.

The next time Harry woke up he was on the ground, and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion until he remembered what happened. He sat up slowly, wincing at the excruciating pain in his bum and the come that was leaking out of him. There was a mix of come and blood in the leaves and he sobbed, drawing his knees to his chest. There were small cuts on his legs and arms and he traced over them, biting his lip. After awhile he got up, realizing how dark it was outside. He pulled back up his boxers and pants and limped his way back home.

He shakily unlocked the door and groaned when he saw Gemma and fucking Evan. "Where were you!" Gemma asked.

"I was walking home." He mumbled. "What the hell happened to you? Where are your shoes! What happened to your arms-"

"I'm alright okay! Leave me alone!" Harry shouted.

"Hey don't yell at your sister like that." Evan said.

"You don't have any fucking authority over me so shut the hell up and mind your own fucking business." Harry retaliated before stomping up the stairs.