Safe With You

Just A Dream

A/N: There will be extra cussing, violence, and pg-13 material in this chapter! Read at your own risk. -XOXO

Chapter 9

"Dad?" I called quietly, tip-toeing into the house. When I got no answer, I tried again. "Dad?" I heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, and I froze in place.

"Sophia Rose Hayes!!" my father yelled loudly, coming around the corner. "Where have you been?!" he yelled again.

"Um.. It's Sophie," I said, correcting my own father. He was drunk. Again. "I was getting your dinner." I held out a bag of Kentucky Fried Chicken.

"It's about fucking time!!" He grabbed the bag out of my hand and pushed me down on the ground. I started to get up, but he just kicked me and I fell back down. I heard my ribs crack. "Where do you think you're going?! You're going to pay for my dinner being late, you little bitch!!" He slapped my face hard. I yelped in pain. "You little brat. There's only one thing you're good for!" he yelled. He picked me up and carried me into his bedroom.

"Please! Don't!" I yelled, knowing what was coming.

"Please! Don't!" my father mocked in a girly voice as he threw me on the bed. He straddled my body to hold me down as I began to thrash around. He continued to rip off my shirt and slid off my pants.

I screamed, kicked, hit, and did everything in my power to get away, like I had every time before, but I couldn't. Not this time. My body was already too badly bruised and weak to move. I gave up and lay there limp.

"There we go, now isn't that so much easier, Doll?" my father smirked. I gave him the worst look I could muster up, but it came out more pained than anything. He put his hand on my cheek and rand it down my neck, to my back, where he unhooked my bra. I shivered at his touch and prayed that he would stop there, but I knew he wouldn't. I shut my eyes tightly, refusing to let him see me cry. His hand traced my breasts and slid down my stomach.

I hated his ruff touch. I couldn't stand it! I hated him with all my guts! The only reason I put up with him is because he made my mother happy. She did not see the evil in him.

His hand made its way down to my panties and slowly and painfully began to pull them down.

"SOPHIE!!!" I heard my mother scream. I yanked my my head towards the door and forced my eyes open to see her terrified face. That was the last thing I saw before something cold and hard hit my head.

"Sophie!" someone whispered. No. No! It can't be! The dream should be over! That's how it always ends! It should- "Sophie!" someone whispered urgently again. This time though, I realized it was Harry's voice.

Slowly, I came back into the real world. I opened my eyes quickly and they darted all around the room, trying to figure out where I was.

"Soph!" Harry said, happy I was awake. I noticed I was still in the movie theatre, and I was huddled close to Harry with the blankets all in a twist.

"Where's Niall and Josh?" I whispered barely audible as I realized Harry and I were the only ones there.

"They went to bed. You fell asleep on me, so I stayed here. I didn't want to wake you," Harry explained, giving me a half smile.

I was suddenly aware that I was very hot and sweaty, then my dream from last night came flooding back to me. I knew I thrashed around every night I had that dream, which explained why I was sweaty and why Harry was awake. I tried to control my tears or make it to the bathroom, but when I realized neither of those things were going to happen, I lost it right there in front of Harry. Tears rolled down my cheeks at first, but they quickly turned into quiet sobs.

"Shhh, love. Calm down. It was only a dream," Harry said pulling me into a hug, trying to calm me. I was hysterically crying now, hiccups and all. I buried my head in Harry's neck, not caring what he thought of me right now. I just need comfort. I needed to feel safe again, but with the past reminding me every few nights, that seemed impossible.

"It was only a dream," he whispered again, rocking me. I felt like a baby, but I really don't care right now. If only he knew, it wasn't a dream. I never dreamed. I only relived the past. The past that I could never change. The past that haunted me at night. The past that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

It's been five years since I almost got raped by my father. I still dont exactly know what happened that night, because my mother told me he knocked her out, but not before she called 911. To this day, I am not sure if I am still a virgin, because of that one night. I like to believe I am though. I like to imagine the cops breaking in just in time, and carrying me to the hospital to get checked out. I imagine them locking that disgusting man in jail, and I imagine that my mother hasn't felt guilty each and every day since.

If only he knew, I thought again, but no. Harry would never know. Nobody would ever know. Not even Skylar knew. No one knew how much I hated and despised my father. Nobody would ever understand.

My hysterical hiccupping and shaking subsided, and now only silent tears flowed down my face. I noticed I was in Harry's lap, and he was rocking me, tracing circles on my back with his finger. I sniffled and Harry put a finger under my chin, lifting my face to look at him. His eyes were full of worry and concern.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked me quietly, wiping a few trailing tears off my face. I shook my head and laid it against his chest. He sighed, but layed his cheek against the top of my head and continued tracing circles on my back, his arms engulfed me. I focused on listening to his heartbeat until I gratefully fell into a dreamless sleep.

I felt Harry carry me bridal style and place me in a bunk. I wanted to reach out to Harry so badly and ask him to stay, but I restrained myself. He must have noticed my uneven breathing, because when I thought he was gone I fluttered my eyes open, but he was kneeling next to the bunk, looking at me. His face was still full of concern, but I knoticed he had changed into pajama pants and a tank top.

He must have read the expression on my face perfectly, because he cracked a sympathetic smile. "Want me to stay?" he whispered so quietly that I could barely hear him.

I knew, from many nights of experience, that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep without him. I nodded my head quietly and turned on my side to face the wall. I felt him get in beside me under the blanket. He was hesitant at first, but then he put an arm around my waist so my back was now against his bare chest. I focused on his breathing as I relaxed and fell back into the darkness.

Maybe, just maybe, I could learn to feel safe in his arms.