Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

Five

Maybe if I keep pushing, he might respond. Maybe he'll give into me. What I want. He finally began to respond. Soft kisses being placed exactly where they were wanted. My thoughts answered as he tightened his hold around my waist, pulling me deeper into his body.

"Stop." He breathed. Of course I ignored him. Silencing him with a kiss, taking in his breath. "Janissa! " I was suddenly thrown on the bed, underneath Harry's weight, causing me to cower down. "Just stop. I need you to... Stop..." His breathing became heavy. He sat on the edge of the bed, and ran a frustrated hand through his curls.

"What's just happened?" I asked confused.

"Get up!" He ordered. His voice demanding. It took me a minute to process what he was saying, and he took notice. "I said get up!" I quickly stood up with a questioning look. "Okay..." He began pacing when I noticed his lack of a shirt. His muscles were flexing, as if he was infuriated. "Control. You need to learn control. Imagine I'm some guy, he-hes a little to rough. You need to be able to get yourself out of the situation.

"Harry, what are you-"

"What if he throws you up against the wall? Huh? " His large hands wrapped around my arms, and pushed me up against the closest wall. He pinned my wrists above me with one of his hands. The other wiping a piece of loose hair behind my ear. A hand traveling down my body. "Try to get away from me, Janissa." All I could do was struggle against his strength. I was frozen. "Try!" He spat in my face.

"I can't!"

"Okay." One he lets go, the first thing I do is let out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding. "And if he wants more?" I was barely able to blink before Harry had me back on the bed. He rested above me, still holding me down. Prying himself between my legs, pressing himself against me.

"Harry, you're scaring me." I whisper.

"No! I'm trying to teach you something!" The darkness slowly faded from his eyes as he rested his forehead against mine. His grip on me loosening. Harry closed his eyes and began to speak. "I just want to protect you." His voice softer than before allowing my body to relax.

"By scaring me?"

"No. By teaching you not to be weak." His forehead was still rested against mine, his grip on me completely forgotten. "By teaching you how to fight, a guy like me, off. To protect yourself." His hand, once violent, but soft and laced into my own.

"Why the sudden outburst?" Harry is rarely violent, if ever at all. He body was removed from mine, harshly, I might add. He began pacing the floors like he had before. Quickly throwing on a T-shirt. Why was he acting like this? He was never like this. Ever. "Are you going to talk to me?" I question. Finally, Harry seemed to have calmed himself enough to sit on the edge of the bed next to me.

"The other day, at the daycare, I was talking to Jess. He was coloring, I tried to touch his shoulder, yah know, just an encouraging pat..." He took in a deep breath before he continued. "The way he reacted was... Petrifying. He cowered into the corner, and throw his hands up, like...Like I was.. Going to hit him. More than that. It got me thinking something happened to him. What if that were you..."

"Harry, he's, what? 4? I'm old enough to protect myse-"

"No! You're not! If I was some random guy in the street, or stalking you, I could have easily had my way with you." The anger was present in his eyes once again. He shifted his body weight towards me, on hand on my knee. "I had you on the bed in less than a minute. Do you not understand that. I forced my way between your legs so easily..."