Wendigo Psychosis // Harry Styles AU

Dysfunctional

Carter's pov

"Leave me alone Parker!" I try to shove him off but his grip is tight and it begins to bruise my arms turning them to a violet hue.

I was at a party just a few hours ago with Parker. We had a couple drinks and danced but it wasn't suppose to end like this.

Yes he had asked me out, and confessed his undying love for me; but we're drunk and I never considered him as more than a friend. I said no then laughed, I guess he didn't find it as amusing as I did. He then pushed me into an alley out of anger and well here I am now.

"Ha nice try sweetheart, but you owe me. So how about you lift that little skirt of yours and show me how sorry you really are."

I begin to scream.

Big mistake. I see a blur but react to late. All I feel is a stinging sensation all along the right of my face. It doesn't end there. I soon feel more hands groping, gripping and grinding in a never ending torture.

His hands feel like chains, his lips leaving trails of saliva. It feels like he's trying to eat me. I can tell how his senses are dulled, he loses his grip or sways and stumbles. Not enough for me to break loose. He grips the hem of my dress ripping it off. I'm left in my underwear but feel so naked and weak.

"Carter, you are so beautiful," Parker begins to slur " but your also a heart breaking bitch!"

He begins to throw a tantrum; a violent one. He's scratching, slapping, pulling and punching. I throw my arms up to try and block some of the hits. While doing this I hadn't noticed his grasp and the sensation of being pushed downward. My senses are numb from the alcohol and probably an oncoming concussion by now.

"Ha look whose laughing now, your so weak Carter. C'mon get up!"

I couldn't. I was in a daze. The ground was cold and it helped ease the burning from the wounds. I was drunk and hurt. I felt like a beaten down rod. Bent and rusted, I couldn't get up.

"Carter! I'm not kidding, get up!" He was pleading.

I coughed out blood in response. He seemed so hesitant. He was looking, maybe for help. No he was looking for an escape. Coward.

"Carter?" He whispered once last time before rushing off.

I had no idea how to feel about the situation. But at least he's gone.

It felt like hours had gone by before I got my breathing to a steady pace. I felt every gash and hit trying to get up on my feet. I used the brick wall to steady myself. Managing to stand not well or steady but enough.

I examine my olive toned body, it was tainted in red and black. My body was convulsing with shivers from the cold. Thinking I could finally make it home, I heard a scream. Parker? Was it him again. But this time with a new victim... Not gonna happen.

Anger fueled my broken body. I glanced around searching for a weapon. There was a dumpster and cardboard boxes. Nothing.

There are pebbles... But what am I going to do with that? Stone him? Still I grab a handful. Better safe than sorry.

I head towards the screaming, limping and hissing in pain with each step. It's just around the coner. I hear thrashing and grunting. Oh it has to be him!

I quicken my pace and let out a huge breath of relief when I make it to the end. It doesn't hit me that I'm still practically naked until the wind strikes me.