My Safe Place

5th Chapter

Oh my god. That just happened. I just talked to Harry Styles. The one who is written in my sketches in hearts. The one who invades my mind like an army. The one who gives me chills at the mention of his lovely name...

I sit in my dorm, alone to my thoughts. He's just so dreamy. The way his raspy voice comes out like a harmony; the way his exposed back glistens as he plays soccer; the way he touches his hair.

Every thought of Harry brings me happiness but mostly sadness. I'll never get him. He is too perfect and all the girls practically throw themselves at him.

I guess now that I think about it, he has only dated 1 girl since I've been here. And I got here about 3 months ago, so that doesnt seem too bad. I wonder how many girls Harry has dated though? Maybe he's not a player?

I know so little about him yet I'm so drawn in. I hear so much talk about Harry being a snob, but I guess I dont see it. Maybe they're rumors; I would never know and I need to find out.

I never hear people talk about him in that way though. It's only about his body and how hot he is or that he is good in bed. Ugh, there are too many sluts here.

Maybe tomorrow I can squeeze some information out of Niall; they're friends. If I could learn more about Harry that would be ideal....

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"No! No! Stop!" Why is he doing this to me; my own father.

I am in a room. A living room. I recognize it as my aunt's basement but it's all kind of blurred. There are people all around, like it's a party. No one seems to notice me yelling bloddy murder?

"Get off me!! Get off me!!" I scream on the top of my lungs but no one can hear. I'm crying as this strange man labled my father is on top of me. I bat my arms and kick my legs but then he pulls a switchblade.

"If you don't shut the fuck up I WILL slit your throat!" His voice is muffled. I softly wimper as he puts his dirty hand over my mouth. I look aroung hastily to find help and out of the corner of my eye I spot Harry. Why isn't he helping me. He's looking in my eyes but is oblivious as to what is going on. Help me. Help me. My body is too weak to scream and my father brings the shiny knife towards my neck...

I sit up panting. I cant believe it; another nightmare. I haven't had one since high school. Memories of my dad rush through my mind. How cruel he was. How he would beat me up and if I ever told mom he would kill the whole family.

I am now sweating and my hair is stuck to the back of my neck. I hate thinking about my old dad. I've never looked at him or talked to him the same after all that he did. My father had been secretly begging for forgiveness but I refused to give him the satifaction after all the years of him giving me the complete opposite. He wrecked me.

Every night of my grey highschool years I would relive the terrifying moments he created and they will forever be glued to the back of my brain. I will never forget. I will never forget. I will never forget the night he raped me.