Risk

Chapter Ten

Harry's POV:

"What's gotten into you, Styles?" Zayn grunts as I struggle against him.

I barely comprehend his question. My mind is haunted with images of Jake hurting Regan, like he's done to so many before.

I have to save her. I have to.

I don't know what's come over me, but the need to protect this girl I hardly know is overpowering.

I close my eyes and stand still for a moment, tensing my muscles and heaving deep breaths.

Thinking I've given up, the boys' grip on me loosens, only to have me tear my arms out of their grasp and sprint in the direction Jake and Regan went.

"Hey!" Louis shouts from behind me. Footsteps pound against the ground, but I'm too far gone.

I leap into the trees, calling for Regan.

There's no answer.

Regan's POV:

As soon as Harry and the two others disappear from my sight, Jake clamps a hand over my mouth, silencing my screams.

"Shh," he hums, his hot breath at my ear. I cringe. "It'll all be over soon, sweetheart."

The nickname is infuriating and links directly to my experiences with him.

My back suddenly collides with a solid surface and I'm carelessly thrown- literally thrown- onto a picnic table.

Brief pain flashes through my head as it bounces off the splintery wood and I cry out.

"If you know what's good for you, you'd shut the fuck up," Jake snaps, leaning over me. His body presses into mine and I squirm uncomfortably.

"Now, now." Jake shakes his head, a malicious gleam in his icy blue eyes. "There's no need to struggle. When I'm done with you, you'll feel like a new woman."

Something about the way he says that sends a chill racing up my spine and I quake at the realization that Jake is going to rape me. Painfully. And I can't do shit about it.

I squeeze my eyes shut while he pins my wrists down to the wood, locking me in place. Why did Harry have to do this? Why does he hate me?

No. No, he doesn't hate me. He does this to every girl, him and his group. They ruin lives, just like Lynn and Annalise told me. I honestly should have seen it coming. How could I have been so stupid?

Harry is a dangerous guy; and I've seen what he can do to people firsthand. I never should have gotten involved with him.

"Alright, sweetheart," Jake says, smirking. "Let's get this show on the road, shall we?"

"No," I say, my voice shaking. "Just leave me alone. Why are you doing this?"

"Because," Jake presses my wrists harder into the surface of the table. "You're a pretty girl that is probably a virgin. Why not make your first time an absolute living hell?"

"I hate you," I say through grit teeth. Angry tears well in my eyes. "I fucking hate you. You insufferable prick. I hope you rot in jail."

Each word forced from my mouth is filled with venom and Jake's eyes narrow in rage, his face pushing into mine.

"Don't you fucking talk to me like that."

"Get. Off. Of. Me," I say in a low tone.

Jake responds by lifting my shoulders and slamming my head against the wood in one swift movement.