"I started getting these hopeless desires for him. I crave for his love. Wait no, that cant be it. I cant fall in love with the Chief Officer's son, especially if i'm the prisoner."
I woke up at the sight of my room. Ive never been so glad to see my room after my nightmare. I stood with pain in my head, i almost felt like if i were drugged.
I changed out of my old jeans and shirt and put on my ripped black skinny jeans with my Pink Floyd Tee. I put on my worn out boots while i made a mental note to get a new pair of boots.
I pranced down the stairs and walked toward the dining room. Gemma was eating her scrambled eggs with toast that mum made while Robin was reading the newspaper while drinking his regular old cappuccino with no sugar.
I never understood why people loved coffee so much, it had a bitter taste.
"Honey, why are you up so early?" Asked my mum concerned.
"Mummy, I'm going to school of course, isn't today Tuesday?" I said while taking a banana from the countertop and peeling it slowly and peacefully.
"Harry dear, you're not going to school like that! You're injured!" She pointed at my face and i was clearly dazed off.
"Do you not remember what happened yesterday?"
I shook my head cluelessly.
"Well Miss Flack brought you home and you were looking weak and tired, almost unconscious. I bet that you were tired after all that tutoring and studying that she said that you hit the door on your way out. I was going to take you to the doctor but apparently, she said that she was a nurse assistant before and that you'll be fine and only need some rest, she even helped clean out the blood. What a nice woman." My mum smiled and served me waffles with syrup.
"Gemma, can i please borrow your mirror?" I asked shakily.
"Sure bro." She looked at me puzzled. I was practically shaking when she handed me her pink pocket sized mirror. I looked at the reflection and there it was, a green bruise up my forehead that had a small opening from it with some swelling. I felt tears picking up from my eyes.
That wasn't a nightmare. That was real.
All of the memories from yesterday were faintly coming back to me. I shoved my plate away roughly, maybe too hard that made everyone turn to me but i didn't care. I ran up to my room while tears slipped out of my eyes. I probably cried for hours just thinking about the traumatic moment. I thought about ways that i could have avoided it. I also thought out of all people, why me? Was it a punishment, did i deserve that?
I had her words that she said to me replaying in my head 'If you tell anyone, i swear upon my life that i will destroy you and your family.'
I fear for my family. Caroline has the looks that any innocent pretty young lady would have if telling the truth and she also comes from a family full of well known lawyers.
Robin may be the chief in prison but i can't just tell him that she sexually harassed me, he would tell me that that is impossible. I'll be denied and people will turn their backs on me.
They'll laugh at me.
They'll judge me.
I'm weak.
I felt dirty, disgusting, ashamed.
I took off my change of clothes and threw it in the corner of the room. I took a long bath, trying to get my mind off from it but that was all i can think about. I wanted the water from the tub to pull me into the shallow and make me disappear.
I got out from the bath and got my towel to pat me dry. I looked for my old razor blades in my drawers. I had the urge to do it. It was the only way to keep me relieved and distracted. Once i found one, i pierced my skin against the cold metallic blade and brought up red oozing blood against my wrist , exactly where Caroline grabbed me.
I deserved this.
I then noticed that the blood smeared onto the bracelet that Louis made me on his free time. It was black with woven turquoise words saying 'yours truly, Louis.'
He gave me this bracelet when i almost went crying to him because Nick and his douche friends shoved me towards the lockers and caused a major bruise on my back. He massaged my sore back and kissed it better. Louis hated seeing me sad so the next day, he gave me that bracelet. Now it was full of blood.
I looked up at the mirror and now i saw that my eyes were swollen and red, you can almost confused me as a crackhead. My hair was a mess and my skin was pale. I couldn't recognize myself in my own reflection. That was someone else.
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"Harry, are you in there?" My mum knocked from the outside of the door.
I panicked. "Yes mum, what do you need?"
"I need you to open the door, we need to talk."
Fuck, I'm screwed.
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<Caroline's POV> yesterday
I felt rejuvenated.
Ive been longing for Harry ever since I've laid eyes on him. The way his curls flow when he walks past me, the way he speaks so slow and carefully. Everything about him makes me love it.
He's mine and only mine.
No one can take him away from me.
Even though he is younger than me, i see it as something normal because age doesn't matter right?
He was crying yesterday, maybe it was because he liked it too much which made me glad, because i like to see him pleasured.
He kept on mumbling 'Lou' which clearly made me unhappy, so i had no choice but to slap him repeatedly. He'll learn his lesson.
No Lou is going to take away my Harry.
They say that if a teacher has sexual contact with a student, that they'll get fired and go to prison but, i risk this all for him.
He deserves me and only me.
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A/N:
I made Caroline into an obsessed psycho oops.
I say oops a lot, oops.
Okii soo, Harry is having a hard time copping but ppl who get raped don't usually get better asap. But maybe in this story they do...
