Cherry Bomb [h.s]

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WARNING: This chapter contains scenes relating to violence, child abuse, sexual assault, and human trafficking.

Read at your own discretion.

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Harry

"I don't like the way he treats you, or what he does to..." I trail off. I look to Susan as we lay in bed together, her dark eyes boring into mine.

"What are you going to do, hm Harry?" She runs her hand through my hair and brings it down to cup my jaw, "My husband is extremely powerful with a lot of influence. He's basically invincible."

"They're just kids," I shake my head, "I don't want anyone else to have to go through..."

"Shhh, it's okay," she pulls me into her chest, "We'll find a way to stop it, I promise."

I nod into her chest, feeling her warmth.

My phone rings.

"You better get that," she tells me. I sigh and sit up in the bed, then reach over to grab my phone.

"Yeah?" I answer.

"Harry where the hell are you?!" Johnny's voice screeches at me, "You're late, again."

"Shit, I'll be there soon." I rush to stand up and start grabbing my clothes from the floor.

"Duty calls," Susan sighs, resting her forearm on her head.

I hurry to my second hotel of the day, expecting to meet yet another client, but instead I find Johnny.

"You're too late," he crosses his arms, "She left. And now, I have to pick up the pieces again."

"I got distracted," I say, but he shakes his head.

"You were with Susan again, weren't you? She's becoming a problem, maybe I should-"

"No," I say, "Susan has nothing to do with this. She's innocent."

"No one's innocent, Harry. Not even your little whore."

"I swear to god if you touch her, I'll-"

"What're you going to do, huh?" He asks a sick sadistic smile on his lips, "I have all the power here, you're just my little pawn. Remember that."

He pushes past me, thinking it's over.

I turn around, my anger boiling over. I grab his shoulder and spin him around.