Torn Up (Harry Styles/Bullying)

Chapter 23

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Sandra's POV:

After a painful 15 minute walk of guilt eating me up alive, I was in front of Chris's house. Puffs of air left my lips as I stood there in the cold, since it was only September. I took my hand shakily and knocked loudly on the door. My heart beat increased at an alarming rate when he opened the door.

A dirty smirk was etched onto Chris' face and I just wanted to smack it off. I never would though, I am too much of a coward. I let my head fall a little, and I brought my shoulders together more. I knew deep down that this was the right choice for now, that this will protect Harry. He won't get hurt again, as long as I follow through with the deal.

"Come in, Skanky San," he whispered devilishly. I took a step inside and was greeted by a low chuckle.

Zayn appeared from behind Chris and smacked my face, hard enough for me to stagger back a bit. I let out a whimper, because it has been such a long time since I've been struck in the face. It stung, and I felt my face flush from the hit very quickly. My hands cradled my cheek, which made the two boys laugh echoing throughout the room.

"You know we made a deal," Chris seethed.

"Yeah," Zayn agreed,"and you haven't been living up to it."

I sighed, "I know."

"Well obviously you don't!" Chris began to shout.

"If you never come by anymore! We need you, I need you," Zayn whimpered. He came close to me and tilted my head up gently with his hand and then quickly smacked it up. I hated when he started to get like this, this meant it would be a more cruel punishment.

Chris started to talk again in a calmer voice,"So, you need to spend less time with Harry. Our deal was that we wouldn't hurt Harry if you came by at least twice a week, and let us do whatever we wanted to do with you. Yet you didn't come, you missed both of our dates."

"So now we get to make up for that," Zayn smiled. I cringed at the amount of lust and lack of emotion in their eyes. It was just two black pupils void with anything but want. The black was overwhelming and Zayn bit his lip.

"Like what you see?" Zayn smirked.
I shook me head, yet refused to look up at them. I wouldn't let them already see my tears.

I swallowed the puke that was beginning to come back up my throat, this was going to be bad, really bad.

Zayn made a tsk-tsk noise with his mouth before dragging me upstairs. He carried me by my feet, allowing my head to be towards the ground. He was careful to make sure that my head hit each step on the way up. A constant bang filled up my ears and I was already seeing stars. My vision had started to black around the edges, while the room span.

I was thrown, literally thrown, onto Chris' bed and of course my head managed to collided with the steel headboard. A long groan escaped my lips and the boys just laughed again. They hungrily ripped off my clothes and made sure to dig their nails into my stomach as they did so. Another ear piercing scream erupted from my lips.

Zayn just grabbed some duct tape and taped my mouth shut.

"Much better," Chris cooed. He motioned for Zayn to grab something. I was shaking bad and I let the tears run down my face freely now. Chris then roughly grabbed my arms and handcuffed them to the head board.

I screwed my eyes shut and just screamed because I already knew everything they were about to do, would be bad and would hurt.

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