Quiet is Violent

Chapter Twelve

For the next few minutes, I couldn't quite encounter what was going on. But as Luke dragged me through long halls, I tripped a few times, I was completely shit faced though, and I was constantly laughing.

Luke reached a staircase when I saw Harry. His eyes were wide and alarmed as he took a few long strides over to where Luke was hauling me up the stairs. I happened to catch a glimpse of Violet, whom Harry was talking to. They were totally dating.

"Where are you taking her?" Harry slammed into Luke's face and he flinched.

"She wants to lay down," Luke said in a shaky voice, I blinked and my knees became wobbly, I was going to fall over, and my head was throbbing. I did want to lay down. "I'm taking her to my room," he stated an I opened my eyes wider, searching for Luke's face. He lived at this frat house?

"Katie were you drinking?" Harry asked me in a harsh tone and for some reason I reached out to him, rubbing my hand over the buttons of his flannel.

"Drink?" I slurred, and I couldn't help but laugh at how funny my voice sounded. "Drink?" I repeated and I heard Luke chuckle. "Harold, I do not drink."

Harry pulled my hand off, and I stood up straight, for a second anyways. I fell down, laying directly on the ground. Luke and Harry immediately pulled me up, and Luke pulled me into his arms, away from Harry's grasp.

"Nice talking to you," Luke rushed, starting to heave me up the stairs.

"I'll be up in a second, I'm taking her home," Harry said and I frowned. He treated me like a baby sometimes. But maybe I needed to be babied.

Luke brought me into a large room. Literally it was boring, just a big bed and then clothes and books all over the floor. There wasn't even much furniture besides and overflowing dresser and a small desk that was overcrowded with miscellaneous items. He threw me onto the bed, and ran over to the door, locking it.

He smiled at me and walked over, laying next to me. "You're so beautiful," he purred into my ear and I giggled. His lips came closer to mine, and I puckered up, ready for his kiss.

When his lips met mine, I didn't feel anything. It was just a kiss. I was suddenly uninterested in being around Luke. It was like a true love kiss. I was waiting for the sparks to fly, but it was just a big disappointment for me.

"No," I whispered and he backed off.

"No?" He questioned me and I tried sitting up, suddenly beyond dizzy, I think I was going tot puke.

"I want to go," I spoke and I noticed him standing, even as I fell back onto the bed. My weight wasn't able to be held up by myself any longer. Is this really what happens when you get drunk? I've never heard of something being so exhausting.

In a split second, I stopped thinking about everything on my mind because Luke was pulling my pants off of my legs. I tried to kick, but my limbs were heavy and numb. I cried out, but he threw a pillow in my face, and quickly held down my wrists. I screamed as loud as I possibly could, but it was no use. I was tired, and I was scared.

"Sorry it had to be like this Katie," Luke whispered and suddenly I felt a rough push, and I knew I was in excruciating pain. Mentally, and physically.

Harrys POV:

"Harry please come back to my place tonight," Violet begged, but I held my ground firmly. She pissed my off anyways. I only messed around with Violet because of her body, nothing more, nothing less.

"I already said no," I hissed and I checked my phone. It was nearly midnight and I was curious as to what Luke was doing with Katie. Not that I cared about Katie, but still.

I walked away from Violet without letting her say another word, and I ran quickly up the stairs. I walked past my own room and 6 doors down, finding Luke's door shut.

I wiggled the doorknob, quickly acknowledging that it was locked. I cursed under my breath.

"Katie!" I yelled and there was no response. I held my ear closer to the door, and all I heard were small grunts, possibly whispers. "Luke, if you don't open the damn door I'll fucking break it in," I threatened and I stood back, preparing to kick the door.

It wasn't the first time I have done this.

I mentally counted to three, and in one great shove I pushed my body weight into the door, pushing it in. I felt blessed knowing that the doors were extremely light.

I stumbled to my feet, but I grinned to my teeth when I saw Luke pulling up his pants, and Kate lying there with tears stinging her eyes. All of the anger inside of me came out in a rage.

"Fucking asshole!" I screamed, grabbing Luke by the collar of his shirt and pinching him, immediately realizing that I broke his nose. I pushed him to the ground and walked to Kate.

Her pants were down, and although her figure was amazing and I thought of her sexually more than I should have, I kept my eyes off of her exposed vagina.

"Katie," I groaned and she was shaking her head, clearly embarrassed. I pushed the pillow aside that was half covering her and I saw her bruised eye. That fucking dick is going to die. "Kate tell me what's wrong," I spoke softly, but her tears were holding back her words.

Kate's POV:

My eyes burned from the tears ripping through them as Luke stole my virginity. When Harry burst into the room, I only felt more humiliated.

I realized that Luke slipped something into my drink.

"Katie please," Harry whispered and I tried responding, but my whole body was limp. I just wished my pants were on, I was so insecure and this made me feel worse.

It was like Harry could read my mind.

"Katie I'm going to put your pants on and get you to the emergency room, alright?" He half asked and stated. I felt relief as he pulled my pants onto my frail body, keeping our eye contact.

"Harry," I muttered and he gave me a weak smile. He scooped me up like a baby, as if I were the weight of a feather.

"I got you," he cooed and I smelt his sweet cologne as he carried me down and out to his car.

I felt safe with Harry.