Caught

five

I fall asleep and begin to dream...

I wake up a sweating mess, I'm strapped to the bed with ropes. I try to move away but I can't, I'm stuck.

The door is kicked down and the large man that had attack Harry runs in. Stopping at the end of my bed. "Shannon," a devilish smirk plays on his lips. "I'm going to show you a good time baby." His tongue darts out to moisten his lips.

He begins to climb onto of me, straddling my waist. I try to scream or squirm from under him but I can't move. I'm stuck in place forced to take what's to come. I feel as his calloused hand gradually guides its way up my inner thigh, the slow torturous movements feeling all to familiar.

"Get the fuck away from her!" A familiar voice screams from the other end of the room. I have never been so happy to see someone in my whole life. No matter who it is, anything can be better than this.

Harry. 

"Oh and what exactly are you going to do? You're just a little boy!" The man screams at Harry, I can see his anger slowly boiling over as Harry's eyes lower as he presses his lips into a flat line. It seems as though anger is flowing through his entirety. The thought makes me shiver.

"What did you say? Me? A bitch?" Harry tilts his head back in laughter. " That's really funny you know because I'm about to fucking kill you! Now get off of her!" Harry bolts toward the man, fire in his eyes.

Before I can even comprehend what is even happening something happens that I would have never guessed to. The man whips a pistol out from tucked in his belt and aims at Harry, and shoots him. The blow goes straight into his chest and he falls to the floor on his knees, tears flowing down his cheeks yet no expression takes his face. A crimson shade bleeds through his white shirt causing a messy circle around the wounds entrance. I watch as he slowly glances down taking in the horrific wound. He raises his head a twisted expression covering his features.

His bottom lip begins to tremble, "Shannon, I..." his face then struggles for a last breath until he falls forward and not another breathe escapes his lips, not able to finish.

"HARRY!" I scream, no answer.

...

"Shannon wake up!" I wake up to Harry shaking my shoulders screaming in my face. I'm a sweaty mess with tears staining cheeks. I lock eyes with him as I struggle to speak. He pulls me into the hollow of his neck, embracing me tightly.

"You were screaming..." Harry pulls me away from him so he can watch my expression.

"What?" I whisper between sobs.

"You were screaming my name." He gulps. I turn my head down to the floor.

"Harry.." I breathlessly speak.

*HARRY'S POV*

Nothing in the world can describe how it felt when she screamed my name. I had wished it happen under different circumstances however.

"I didn't know you would hear that, it's was um... my dream." She blankly states. She was dreaming about me?

"Erm, Shannon... what did you dream about?" I say to coolly, I must admit I'm a little scared what she'll say.

"I-I.. was dreaming about that man and he was.." I cut her off not wanting to hear her next words.

"Don't fucking finish that." I say with no expression on my face. I hate being cold to her but just the thought of someone else.. touching her chills my spine. "This is exactly why I need to say away from you! Fuck I can't believe this is happening."