Serenity

eight

a/n: warning, warning, and warning. this chapter does contain some sexual themes so read at your own risk.

"Drive faster!" I say loudly as Harry speeds past cars on the street, confusion still etched onto his face.

"Where do you even want me to go?!" He replies equally as loud. I've never seen this side of him, yelling and shouting, but at the same time, it's expected from him especially when I am giving him something to panic about. "And can you please tell me what the hell is going on?!"

I run my fingers through my hair anxiously as the fear inside me continues to build up as time passes by, "You won't believe me, even if I tell you."

Harry continues to accelerate, making cars honk at his reckless driving. "Try me," He says, not quite understanding what is happening at the moment.

"It's not that simple!" I argue back, knowing that I should probably tell him but he will most likely think I'm crazy, or even worse, psychotic.

"Just please explain to me what is happening at the moment!" He shouts, "Because you're really starting to freak me out."

"Damn it," I curse, giving in, "Do you know where sister is right now?"

"She's with her friends for a small get together, celebrating their upcoming graduation," He glances at me with an eyebrow raised, "That's it? You're worried about where my sister is?"

"No, Harry! This is actually serious!" My voice continues to increase in volume each time I speak, "Something really bad is going to happen!"

He matches my tone, "What, are you psychic or something?!"

"Oh my god, no!"

"Then why are you saying that something bad is going to happen?!"

"Just drive to where your sister is!" I sigh loudly, "Harry, it's about time that you begin to trust me."

"If you want me to trust you, then tell me what is going to happen!"

"Harry —"

"I will stop this car right now if you don't tell me!"

"Okay, okay!" I give in. I stay silent for a moment, not sure how to put my thoughts into words. "The get together she's at — it's not exactly as small as you think it is. It's actually the opposite; alcohol, club dancing, and loud music. The things you hate." I pause for a moment before taking a deep breath, "Harry, your sister is going to get sexually assaulted."

"What?" He scrunches up his face with confusion. "You're telling me, that my little sister is going to get raped?" He asks in disbelief, making me almost flinch at his strong use of word.

My voice lowers, "I told you that you wouldn't believe me."

"You're being crazy, you know that?" He says, probably not wanting to hear another word from me.

"Harry, I'm telling the truth!" I continue to shout once again.

"This is my sister that you're talking about, you know that, right?" He snaps at me. Time is running out, and Harry is not making this any easier.

"If you don't believe me, then fine, but I hope you feel sorry when you realize I'm right." I snap right back at him, removing my seatbelt. "Stop the car right now." I demand, and without a fight, he obeys.

"Cora, don't leave!" He says loudly.

"If you're not going to do anything about it, then I will." I exit out of the car in a rush, hearing Harry call out my name as I run as quickly as I can in my dress on a nearby sidewalk.