Promising Memoirs | soft h.s.

Chapter 14.

Warning: This part of the story includes some mature content of sexual abuse.

Aubrey's POV*

"Harry!" I found myself screaming louder than my vocal chords could emit, trying to get away, and avoid Jake's strong and built arms. I hadn't known how I was being pushed towards his bed in the other room. Everything was such a blur, one moment I was in the kitchen making breakfast, the other I'm trying to escape from a psychopath in my boyfriend's, roommate's bedroom.

Screaming once, twice, and many more until I began to lose my breath. I could not count how many times I yelled out for Harry. I'm sure that he was aware that I was calling for him. It all felt like a dream, a surreal dream that I would soon be awoken from. But nothing, I was still calling out for help. The walls for this apartment were definitely not thin enough for something this intense to not be heard. 

I tried to run away from him, but there was no place to go. Four corners surrounded by obstacles to bring the problem into a much more difficult prospect. The bed, nightstands, a desk, and a bookshelf with nothing on it, all stopping my escape path. The room kept looking smaller every time I tried to find a way to get out, but the walls looked to be closing in. Suffocating attack. Sweeping through, I managed to pass Jake from the window side back to the door, but it had a key on the inside. The door was shut, locked, and it was just him and I.

I was forced down onto my back onto the hard mattress. There was no comfort in any part of the current circumstance I was under. My face was underneath his, attempting to dodge every move he was trying to make. Blood-shot red overlooked the hazel colour eyes I remember seeing the other night. That was gone, long gone. Trying to escape, rough hands grasped my wrist tightly and was silenced by lips pushing down against mine. They tasted of alcohol or some sort of drug, I wasn't sure of the type, since I've never tried any, nor do ever I plan to. I kept my lips pressed closed to avoid the revolting and repulsive flavours from entering my mouth. 

His hands, every few seconds, would jump back to my face to use his nails against my face. Causing pain that was adding onto everything else he was doing - all of it, unbearable. No girl should have to go through this, no girl. Adding in small breaths, to try and get Jake to stop, I called him by his name to stop his actions. Every word I spoke out was causing him to increase in pace and strength. 

Keeping my eyes closed shut, all I could hear was pounding on the door, I couldn't scream. There were faint words and sentences being said loudly around me. Words that made up sentences of Jake asking what my name was, maybe since he hadn't figured it out yet. Others of inappropriate things that he would do to me. All words were slowly hazing out from my mind. I have never seen such atrocious behaviour from a male, I could never believe that they could do such a thing. 

Faintly hearing Harry's threatening voice on the other side of the door, I had hopes that he had a key to easily get into the room. He seemed to be making a call, maybe he was calling Louis or someone that can help him. Time went on, I kept struggling to get away from the ideas this horrid man was trying against me. There was nothing, no rescue, but my hopes maintained as I continued attempting to fight Jake off away from my body.

I felt like I lived in a bubble for my entire life. I have always stayed away from the rowdy crowd in all my schools. Junior high, high school, and even now, in college. They have all had some crazy moments, students getting pregnant, busted for alcohol or drug use, even theft. But never once have I thought this would happen. Thinking that I would be protected by someone or something, maybe my family, never would I have suspected that this would occur, especially to me. 

My hands were both being held tighter than before by one dangerous hand, my left hand ached as it was not completely healed, I could feel the pain supplementing further. My leggings were slowly being stripped away forcefully from my body. His moves against me were slow and painful, possibly to try and make me change my mind, which was not going to happen. I tried to kick my legs or move, but nothing was working. Pain was seeping through to the entireness of my body. I felt nails digging through all around into my skin, deeper than a blade to a wrist. There was nothing I could do to escape him. I couldn't scream or move anymore. My body was drained and I felt paralyzed as the action was taking place. My eyes were still closed as I could not look at the harsh qualities and thoughts that were escaping through his.