“Alright,” I said slowly, lowering my laptop onto the desk. I was wary of his hands and where they were travelling as he spoke. “I’m sure we can have a civilized conversation.”
“First of all, I’d like to know why you’ve been ignoring me,” he muttered, moving his hand to my cheek. I ducked my head, and glared at him.
“You fucking tried to rape me!”
His face contorted and he shook his head. “I was drunk.”
“That is not an excuse,” I said shakily, watching him brush his hair out of his face, his eyes suddenly very dark. “There is no justifying rape.”
“You made that dick beat me up.”
“I didn’t make anyone beat you up! He defended me!”
He lunged forward and pushed me up to the desk, breathing his minty breath onto my face. I breathed out slowly; his breath was intoxicating.
“You are in my personal space,” I warned him calmly. “If you don’t move then I’ll have to go call Harry.”
I wouldn’t let him get to me.
“Harry, your boyfriend?” He asked, a fake laughed leaving his bitter smelling mouth. “Well, deary. Your boyfriend can’t save you, no one can,” he said, bringing his hand to my cheek and giving me a sharp slap.
I gasped in surprise and watched the cruel grin form on his lips. I thought back to when my dad would do the same thing, hurt me again and again until I cried.
“What was that for?” I asked him, trying to maintain a calm state.
He was scaring me now, I had never seen him be this rude, especially not to a girl. “You disgust me,” he growled.
He raised his hand, to hit me, I assumed. I wouldn’t let him hurt me, not this time. I lifted my knee and it came into contact with his groin. He groaned in pain and his face twisted as he staggered back a bit, clutching his groin area.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” he hissed, lunging forward and pulling me down onto the floor with him. He held my hands down to my sides, wiping his nose in his sleeve.
He made the mistake of releasing one of my hands as he leaned forward, his lips dangerously close to mine. “I fucking dumped my girlfriend for you. I loved her!”
“Then why’d you do it?” I asked him calmly.
“Because I love you, and I will get you.”
He leaned forward, presumably to kiss me. Not on my watch. I moved my hand up and caught his hand, twisting his pinky finger as far as it would go. His cheeks turned red and he swore out loud in pain. I took this as an opportunity to push him off of me, and I got up. Leaving my laptop and the keys in the library I started to run.
I ran out of the library, and before I could stop myself, I felt tears running down my cheeks. I kept running, my mind telling me that he was probably following me. Michael had slapped me, he’d attempted to rape me. I had almost reached my dorm when I suddenly ran into someone. I was even more agitated now, and as I took a breath I couldn’t hold back the sob that escaped my mouth.
The person wrapped their arms around me protectively, and I heard a ‘shhh’ sound. I was pathetic. I pulled back from the person.
“Sorry,” I sniffled, bringing a shaking hand to my eyes, wiping them.
I probably looked a wreck. As my vision began to clear, I looked up and saw a very disturbed Harry standing in front of me. Great.
“What happened?” He asked urgently, his features displaying worry.
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Broken
Fanfiction"When something is broken, you can't fix it. But you can make it better. All it needs is love, care and attention." Broken. That's what Brenna was. With no family, and no money, it was a good thing she was smart. She had a scholarship for college a...
