Chapter 3:
Harry
I struggled in the grasp of the belt. That little....UGH! My anger burned inside and I yelled in pain. I writhed my hands around and took a deep breath. I looked around to make sure Terri wasn’t anywhere around.
“I hope she got a good head start.” I mumbled. I slipped my hands out of the poorly tightened belt and smirked. She could’ve done better. I cracked my neck and rubbed my wrists. She had nowhere to run. For the last 7 months, she had been staying at my house. I was where she was. Looking straight ahead, I chuckled as I walked across the street.
“Oh Terriii...come here Terri, Terri, Terri.” I beckoned.
Terri
I backed away from the house and panicked.
“Oh Terriii...come here Terri, Terri, Terri.” a voice echoed down the street. My heart sank and my hands shook nervously. I ran across the street and into a dark alley, littered with cans and bottles of beer along with trash bags. Not the smartest of choices but it provided a good hiding spot.
“Terri....Where are you? Harry sang through the streets. I cried silently and pushed myself against the wall. My back cold against the cold bricks. Wait. I felt my body shiver as I realized i was pressed up against a cold body.
“I take it you’re Terri?” the deep voice spoke behind me. A cold hand clamped over my mouth before I could scream. Where was Harry? Wait no. I don’t want Harry. My thoughts raced. If I stayed here I’d get killed by this stranger. If I called for Harry, I’d get saved and then killed by Harry. Shit. Out of options. The strangers free hand slowly lid down my thigh. I cried harder now and tried prying his hand from my mouth. After a number of failed attempts, I finally removed his hand and screamed.
“Harry! Harry I’m in the alle-” the hand covered my mouth again. I squirmed around and screamed into his hand. I felt a cold metallic substance on my thigh. My mind acted as if it was just my keys dangling on my thigh. My mind acted as if it was just my keys dangling from my purse. My brain knew full well that it was the sharp edge of a knife.
“Do that again and I’ll kill you and your little boyfriend. Got it sweet cheeks?” the guy said gruffly. That word. Those words. Sweet Cheeks. It was more than familiar. It sent a rush of adrenaline through my body. Harry always called me that. “My way of teasing” he’s always say. I don’t know why the word got to me so much. It just always triggered me.
I grabbed the hand in which the knofe was being held and pushed on its pressure point. The man tried as hard as possible to resist the sudden pain coursing through his body. He removed his hand from my mouth, and before I could say a word, he pushed on my throat.
“You’re not going anywhere! Do you understand? Huh? Do yo-” a low grunt came from the end of the alley. The man turned his head and smirked, his pupils dilating. I didn’t need to turn my head to know it was Harry.
“Let her go and we won’t have any problems...” he muttered. The man tightened his grip on my throat. I tried gasping for air but I was struggling to even keep my eyes opened. Harry lurched at me but stopped, looking at the man’s knife.
“What was that mate?” the man repeated, sliding the knife slowly across my leg. I squeezed my eyes shut in pain and a tear rolled down my cheek. A small stream of blood swam down my leg, causing me to nearl faint.
“Let. Her. Go!” Harry called impatiently as he jumped on the stranger, knocking me, as well as the knife, out his hand. I crashed hard onto the ground, hitting my head back. I coughed violently, my eyes focusing on everything. I finally caught sight of Harry straddled on the man, wailing on his limp body. With every punch, Harry let out a pained grunt.
“Harry...stop...I...love you.” I slurred my words and everything went black.
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
I woke up to the sound of the heart monitor. The smell of hand sanitizer and latex filled the room.
“She’s waking up.” I heard a little boys voice whisper. My eyes were still closed but I could hear his little feet padding over to me. It was Riley. My baby brother.
“Sissy? Are you awake?” he mumbled. I opened my eyes slowly and smiled weakly. Riley’s eyes lit up and he hugged me tightly. I felt a larger pair of arms wrap around me. i relaxed into the touch.
“Hey sissy.” the woman’s voice spoke. It was my big sister. When we were little our parents died and we were shipped to a foster home in England. By the time Leeanne, my older sister, turned 18, she had raised enough money to buy an apartment for Me, Riley and herself.
“What happened?” Leeanne asked, eager to get a good gossip. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Should I tell her that I was almost raped but i ran away to almost get killed by some creep and then I witnessed that creep get beaten to death? Yeah...that’s such a perfect family story.
“I fainted from happiness.” I lied. Leeanne looked at me confused. I could tell by her ‘yeah right.’ expression, that she wasn’t buying my lie. She wanted more.
“Harry’s back.”
