Shedding Tears [COMPLETED] #Wattys2016

Chapter 13

Stacey's POV:

'Please. Don't. Somebody help. Don't touch me. Leave me alone. No!' I scream as i sit upright on my cozy bed. My forehead is wet from perspiration and my heart is beating as if it has been electrocuted. I blink my eyes rapidly trying to clear my vision. Such an awful nightmare.
I dreamt of some guy, Joseph i think, trying to rape me. He pulled down my shorts and..
Crap.
I look at my legs, his bite is still visible. He bit me there, sort of a love bite. My skin has been carved from his teeth. That was no nightmare, it really happened last night.

I start to recollect the memories of last night as they come flooding in my brain. The bar. Endless vodka shots. Mad at Harry. Harry with Karen in his arms. Joseph. He trying to rape me on the road side. And bam. Nothing after that. I wonder who came to my help and brought me here safe. One of my friends i think, not Harry. Since he was with Karen last night. Such a cheater. I hope i haven't lost my virginity.

My head is pounding as if somebody is sitting on top and hammering it. I check the time, its 11 in the morning. Its so late: perks of being an early riser. I hold my head and press is religiously trying to cure the hangover, but i know the only solution is the medicines lying in the cabinet downstairs. I have to talk to Harry as well, I'll call him right after I'm done curing this torturous hangover.

I walk downstairs as i see somebody lying cozily on the couches. Harry Cooper. I burn up like a volcano about to explode on him. I quickly take medication and then return to kill that cheat.

I throw him down from the couch, he is heavy, no doubt. But since he is sleepy and isn't resisting, it makes it easier. His eyes fling open as i shout, 'Get the hell out of here.' He tries his best to stand up, he doesn't have a hangover since he promised he won't drink, but the limpness is probably because he's sleepy. I can see it in his eyes.

'What?' He asks. His morning voice invading my brain and distracting it, but i try my best to concentrate. I'm not pretending, this time I'm actually pissed. I mean, he thinks he can cheat on me so easily and he thinks I'm just another of his sex toys. Hell with him then. I may not be hot like any of his interests but i sure as hell am not stupid as much as he has taken me granted for.

'Before i literally kick the shit out of you and shove you out of my house, be a man and move out yourself.' I yell. 'Stop yelling.' He deadpans. Oh, so he's gonna show me attitude?
'I would, but maybe if you'd stop being a cheat.'
I watch as his eyes grow wide. 'Really?' He says. 'Firstly I'm not cheating on you with her, and secondly, you wouldn't have been almost-raped if it wasn't for me and if you weren't flirting with strangers'
This time I'm the one who is in a state of utter shock.
He saved me?

'If you weren't cheating, then why was she in your arms half nude and why were her clothes, that you undressed, lying on your shoulder?'

I say. I remember the scene, how i felt like I've been chewed and thrown. Like how I've been stepped on. Like how my conscious warned me and how i was so naive. In short, i felt devastated last night. I still do. My eyes go teary as i realise my heart is broken, yet another time and all because i was so carried away with his fake promises and fake gestures. And before i know, I'm crying, but for the first time: I'm sobbing without a shoulder to rest my head on and lead out a catharsis.

He looks at me and answers my question, 'She was so drunk that she fell in my arms after she undressed herself and-'
I cut him off because my ears couldn't hear no more and my heart couldn't take no more. I could already feel the blood flow in my veins stop and my body numb altogether.

'And what? You thought it would be best to take advantage of her? Kiss her and carry her bridal style and have se-' I pause, my voice whimpering and my heart paining. 'I don't want your fake justifications Harry, you've broken my heart!' I scream as i dig my face in my hands and weep. This is so painful.

'Stacey, what breaks my heart is' he says, he doesn't scream nor does he says politely, he says in his dark voice as he continues, 'that my girlfriend doesn't trust me. Heck, she doesn't even spare me for an explanation. I would never cheat on you, my love is not a joke.' He says as he turns his head and walks out of the door, drowning me into a pool of my own dark shadows and ego.

I sit uncomfortably on the couch, my entire body hurting and panting as if i had been on a marathon a few minutes ago. My eyes throw out so much water that its almost hard to flow out more. I run upstairs to my antidepressants. Those ugly looking pills as i take two out of the bottle.
I stop as Harry's voice echoes in my head.
You promised me Stace. Don't take them. You don't want to break your promise.
I scream at the top of my lungs as i pull my hair and hop on the bed. I press my face to my pillow as i weep. My head pounding harder: First the hangover and now this heartbreak. I don't know when, but i went to sleep soon after.

The next day, I'm sitting in my living room, casually changing channels as Ben comes and sits next to me. He is eating popcorns as he offers me some to which i just nod my head. It has almost been 24 hours since i last talked to Harry. No text, no call. Neither did i call, nor did he reply. Does he miss me the way i do?

I don't know who is at fault. My eyes didn't fool me when they saw Karen and Harry. He had a reason though, i should've listened to him. But what if he is lying? Like there is a possibility that he is cheating on me. But why would he save me from Joseph if he was with Karen and..

Oh God. My stomach is growling and my head hurts. I haven't eaten anything since Harry left, i haven't engage myself in activities or i haven't even spent quality time with Ben after he came back home. I look like I've been run over by a train. I scroll down my newsfeed and open my inbox again and again just to see some response from Harry.

Two hours later, Jane comes over. We have a good girls day out sort of thing on this bleak Sunday evening. Ànna couldn't come since she had a date with Adam, only if Harry and I were as happy and trouble free and perfect as those two goofballs. I sigh. I talk to Jane and explain everything to her, she looks a bit taken aback by the Karen incident. I then tell her how i was almost raped and how Harry saved me. Its all so confusing. Its like a puzzle that i just can't seem to figure out.

'Look,' Jane says 'If you still love him, you have to be the bigger person and talk to him. Why are you making this whole thing your ego issue? You know relationships don't die a natural death, they're killed. Ego kills them. Call him, talk to him. It may not be as negative as you're taking it to be.' She sighs and then continues, 'He saved your life Stace, you at least owe him a thanks, no? You break the ice and let the water flood in. And for your satisfaction i'll ask Kyle to talk to Harry so we know his part of the story as well. Yeah?' I nod. 'So you promise to call him tonight?'
'I promise' is all i say before she pulls me into a hug.

Its times like these when you need a friend like Jane. Somebody who'll advice you and not support you where you're wrong. I smile as i thank God for giving me a sister like her.

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Okay guysss. Short chapter but i promise you the next one will be longer.

Teaser: The next chapter is interesting as Sebastian shows up and becomes the usual prick that he is. He manipulates Stacey, but this time, Harry isn't there to protect her. What will Sebastian do and how will Stacey respond without Harry.. I don't know, read the next to find out :D

-Jamilaa.