" special " ; l.s

chapter five

[ trigger warning : rape scene. it also has foul language and it is between a father and a son.

skip ahead if you're uncomfortable. and if you cannot read this chapter, then message me and i can let you know what you've missed. ]

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harry remained quiet. he let out shaky breaths and quiet, almost inaudible, whimpers that were squeaky. he felt like the walls were coming towards him. as if the room was shrinking and he was growing.

his heart rate sped up. it thumped quickly and harshly against his body. he felt like his lungs were on fire, as if he had just ran three miles. his pale olive skin was growing hot. it felt like there were third degree burns everywhere.

his whole body was shaking now. he tried to stop his fingers from trembling by digging them into his skin, leaving marks on his thighs while salty tears brimmed his eyes.

harry's father was at his door. he had on a smile that stretched upwards towards his ears, showing off his blinding white teeth. he had a belt in his hands while his jeans were unclamped, hanging lazily on his waist.

his mother wasn't home. she was grocery shopping for dinner tonight. his father took the day off to spend time with harry. louis was busy with homework and told him he would call him soon. he still hasn't talked to niall. he missed niall.

"my baby boy." des chuckled with a raspy voice, he walked closer towards harry and set the belt down on his dresser. "you wanna have a little fun with daddy?"

harry whimpered and scooted away from him. he closed his eyes and started kicking the covers away from him, along with throwing the pillows off the bed. he didn't want anything to touch him. he didn't like being touched.

"you're making a mess, angel." des said. he was now climbing onto harry's bed.

he grapes the sides of harry's thighs and quickly opened them up, making harry gasp in horror. des climbed in between harry's legs and nuzzled his nose in harry's neck, placing burning kisses on his neck.

"s-stop, please. i, i don't like it." harry begged.

the tears in his eyes quickly fell down his face. des kept kissing harry's neck, sucking on his skin and leaving little bite marks.

"i wanna make you feel good, baby." des said. "i wanna make you feel so good, my baby boy. you're going to be screaming my name, doll face."

harry shook his head and tried to push des away, until des quickly snatched his wrists and pinned harry down. he was now hovering over harry, watching as harry was crying and begging him to stop.

"kiss me, baby boy." des demanded. his voice wasn't soft anymore. it was rough and scary and harry didn't like it one bit.

"stop, stop, stop. please, stop. don't want it, don't want it, i scared." harry sobbed. he was shaking his head to try and prevent des from kissing him. he was kicking and grunting in exhaustion.

des let go of one of harry's wrists and covered his mouth, before slowly grinding onto harry. he rolled his hips in small circles, groaning and laughing lightly when he felt harry's own body tense up under him.

"don't, don't, don't, please-"

"call me daddy." des whispered in his ear. harry shivered and bit his lip, shaking his head slightly while the years kept falling.

des got mad. his eyes grew cold and he quickly let go of harry completely. he got up from being on top of harry and went over to his dresser, grabbing the belt.

he undid his zipper on his own pants and pulled them down, revealing his grey boxers that hung low on his waist. he went over towards harry, yanking him by his own belt buckle and quickly undoing the clamps.