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Prompt 30 : Note To Self... Don't Get Kidnapped

Subprompt : "Please don't touch me"
Fandom : Heartbreak High (Netflix - 2022)
Pairing : Harper/Amerie
Chronology : Post-season 1
Warnings : Past kidnapping, past non-con elements, vomiting

After Harper opened up to Amerie about everything that had happened, things had gone back to normal with them. Well, their new normal, at least. The scars from their fighting would still remain and there was this new context to how Harper interacted with the world now that took some adjustment, but they were friends again.

Harper stayed over at Amerie's more often. Sure, she'd stayed over a fair bit before everything went down, but now Amerie knew why it was so important she didn't go back to her own house some nights. The blonde would still say that safe old lie- That her house was "haunted" again- But, they both knew what that meant.

One of these nights, Harper had a nightmare.

She'd been doing well on not having those while at Amerie's. She felt safer there, so they hardly ever came up and, even when they did, they weren't disruptive enough to wake up her friend. This particular nightmare, however, was not one of those smaller ones.

She was in the back of that van again, being subtly felt up by the eshays next to her. Ca$h unlocked that door and all of a sudden she was running for her life again, the sound of footsteps and shouting behind her serving as fuel to keep going despite her body's exhaustion. Hiding in the bushes. Running to Amerie's only to be stuck outside, the feeling of those disgusting men still radiating around her thighs. Going home only to find her father having a psychotic break.

She woke up with a scream, breathing heavily as the feeling of the eshays' hands still lingered. A figure shifted beside her and reached over to wrap an arm around her, causing her to tense up even more. "Don't touch me" she bit out sharply, desperate for whoever it was (in the back of her mind she knew it was just Amerie) to back off. Then, after a moment, "Please"

"Okay" Amerie agreed, quickly retracting her hand. "It's just me, Harps" she reassured. "It's Amerie. You're in my bedroom right now"

Without a word, Harper got up and stumbled to the small bin in the corner of the room, vomiting into it. Amerie winced as she cautiously followed. Harper's hair, while slightly longer than it had been when she first shaved it, was still short enough to where it getting in the way wasn't an issue, so Amerie respectfully just sat by without any contact. "Shit, sorry" the blonde apologized once she was sure she didn't need to vomit anymore.

"It's fine" Amerie dismissed. "Why have a bin if it's not used for anything?"

"I, um..." Harper swallowed thickly, her mind becoming less hazy as the seconds ticked by. "I had a nightmare, about..." A deep breath. "A-About that night"

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Not really"

"Okay" Amerie agreed. "Maybe later?"

"Sure" Harper nodded, allowing her friend to help her up. "Sorry for being a bitch when I woke up"

"You weren't" Amerie chuckled. "You were freaked out. It's understandable you didn't wanna be touched"

"Do you think this shit will ever get easier?"

"I don't know, Harper" Amerie answered honestly, getting a tense sigh in response. "But, hey" she said, getting the blonde's attention. "I'm with you all the way, yeah? Ride or die"

"Bloody love you"

"Bloody love you, too"