Lost

Chapter 7

Harry followed me out of our back door, and all the way down to the ocean. I still only had my dad's old over-sized t-shirt on and it was constantly blowing in the wind, revealing more of my bum than I would have liked. But right now I didn't care as much. 

I crossed my arms over my chest as the cool breeze rose goose bump on my arms, and the fact that I had no pants on wasn't helping my situation. Harry walked at a slow pace beside of me, waiting patiently for me to tell him my secrets and open up to him. 

"Before I tell you anything, you have to promise to help me forget it. You have to promise to help me get over it, and fix myself, because as much as I hate to admit it, I do need help. And I want you to promise me you won't pity me." I said, stopping in my tracks and turning to face him. I grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop, and his eyes showed the promise I needed.

"Zoey, I promise." he said. I sighed deeply and mentally prepared to open myself up to him. 

"Do you remember that party? The college party that I showed up at with my brother?" I asked him. He nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I told you to leave." he said. I nodded and frowned at how well he remembered that night, considering he was drunk out of his mind and on pills, not even considering it was three years ago. 

"Well, when you and Max were sitting on the couch in the living room, Sean pulled me into an empty room and.. and he.." I stuttered. I knew it'd be harder to tell him than it was to tell Rachel. 

"What did he do?" Harry asked, his eyes already clouding with anger. 

"Harry, I screamed for you. I tried to get away, I did. I screamed your name, but you never came. You didn't help me. Did you hear me?" I asked him, tears streaming down my face. I was struggling to talk, as the sobs left my tight throat. 

"Zoey, no. What did he do?" he asked again, but I was pretty sure he already knew what he did. I couldn't answer him for some reason, my lip just started quivering uncontrollably and tears sprang from my eyes at an alarming rate, and he pulled me into his chest, hugging me tightly. 

"Harry, it hurt so bad. I thought you would come for me. I called for you, but you never came." I said, sobbing into his chest. 

Harry's P.O.V

I couldn't control my emotions anymore and tears streamed down my heated cheeks. All I was seeing now was red, from the anger pulsing through my veins. She never gave me a sure answer, but I knew without her saying anything what he did to her. 

"Harry, he made me do it. I didn't willingly have sex with him. I would never have done that, I thought you knew. I'm sorry. I tried to stop him. I promise." she rambled on and on about how sorry she was, and I didn't want to hear her apologies anymore, all I wanted was for Sean to die. I wanted to kill him. 

"Zoey, shhh.. it's not your fault. It's not your fault baby. You couldn't have stopped him. I should be apologizing to you. I'm so sorry." I said, trying to comfort her. I thought for a few seconds, and figured that was about when she first turned sixteen and my gut wrenched as I pictured Zoey's sixteen year old self being taken advantage of under the hulking body of Sean Skyes. The I thought about Max and James. They couldn't have too..

"Zoey, Max.. James?" I asked her, pulling her face away from my chest, cupping both of her cheeks in my large hands. She just nodded, and I felt my heart literally shatter in my chest. 

"How many.. how many times?" I asked in a shaky voice. I watched as her eyes shone with sadness and hurt, and she swallowed.

"Sean.. three times. Max and James were in the same night. They were both there." she said, barely able to get it out clearly between her shaky sobs. I kissed her forehead, and pulled her back to my chest. She wrapped her tiny arms tightly around my waist and slowed her crying. My face was still wet from my own tears, so I wiped them away rapidly, and hugged Zoey tighter to me. 

I felt a huge hole forming in my heart from this new information, and I couldn't stand knowing that I could have prevented this amazing, beautiful girl from being raped by my three 'best mates.' She was so young. 

"Harry? Can we go back now?" Zoey asked, sniffling and holding her arms tightly to herself as she pulled away from me. 

"Of course. Here." I said, rubbing my hands up her arms trying to help her warm herself. It wasn't working, as the breeze was making her teeth chatter, and I tried to think of a way to warm her. I got an idea, but doubted she'd let me. 

"Zoey, get on my back and hide your face from the wind." I said, turning around and hoping she'd listen. 

"Are you sure?" she asked through the wind. 

"Yeah, just jump." I said, bending a little and holding my arms behind me to catch her. I felt her weight on my shoulders and wrapped my arms around the bend of her knees, as she wrapped her cold arms around my neck, and rested her head on my back. I started walking back to her house, against the wind, and trying my best to shade her from it. 

We didn't say anything the whole walk to her house, and when we got there I sat her on her feet and she led the way inside. 

"Thanks. I needed to tell someone that. I feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders." she said, standing in front of me, shivering. 

"You're welcome. Listen tell me anything okay? I know I haven't proved to be trustworthy to you just yet, but give me a chance to make it up to you? I want to put the past behind us, because I'd really like to be in your life." I said, and watched as her face turned to confusion. 

"You still want to be in my life.. even after I told you that?" she asked, like it was the dumbest thing she'd ever heard. 

"Yeah love, why not?" I asked.

"Nothing, I'm just.. used. You don't really want to be friends.." she said, trying to convince herself, more than me. 

"Zoey, you aren't used. Don't make yourself feel that way. You had no control over what happened to you, and if anything it's more my fault so you should hate me. I don't want you to ever feel like that okay?" I said, and saw her eyes brim with tears again. The sight made me want to cry myself, and I couldn't help but hug her to me once again. I kissed the top of her head, and walked to her room with her in my arms.

She laid down in her bed and I turned to leave but stopped when I heard her small voice over the wind hitting the house outside. 

"Stay with me?" 

*Jason Collins: Leonardo DiCaprio* ------>