TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 21

Sarah's P.O.V

"This is a one time thing...Dean." I reassured him as we walked to his car. I got in his car and wasn't even scared honestly. "Why aren't you with your skank Amber?" "Why would I be?" "Touche." He continued to drive but he went in the opposite direction of my house. "My house is that way." I stated. "I know." "So why aren't you going that way?" "I didn't say I was taking you to your home." he said, putting emphasis on the 'your'. "Where are we going? Where are you taking me?" "To my home, silly. We're gonna have a little...fun." he smirked. "I don't know what your definition of fun is, but if you do anything to harm me, I swear to God." I sternly said. "You swear to God what? That the boy you thought loved you will come and protect you? Honey, he don't give two shits about you. You we're only a bet to him." There it is, another stab in the heart. I blinked away the tears before pushing Harry aside and saying "What kind of fun?" "That's my girl." he grinned. We pulled up to his nasty looking house and when we walked in, I was actually surprised that it was somewhat clean and not as disgusting as I pictured it to be. "Have a seat." he gestured to the couch and I sat down as he walked off somewhere. He came back with a bottle of vodka and a small, plastic bag that looked like it contained weed. "Give me that shit." I said as I reached for the bottle. He handed it to me and I drank it straight out of the bottle. "Damn!" he laughed. "Don't fuck with me when it comes to getting shitfaced." I joked. About 10 minutes passed and I had a growing buzz, I wasn't completely drunk, I was only messed up, but it felt good. "Here." Dean said as he handed me the blunt he had been smoking. "I don't..." "Do it." he grinned. I put it to my lips and inhaled it into my lungs. I was instantly relaxed but I know for a fact that now I'm beyond shitfaced. I began laughing instantly as Dean eventually gave in and we laughed until it hurt for no apparent reason. We sat next to each other on the couch, our knees slightly touching. "Why did he do it?" I mumbled out of the sky blue. "Because he's a dick." he answered, knowing exactly what I was talking about. "Ha and you aren't?" "It's my job." "What to be a dick?" "Yep." "Well you are what you eat." I joked, not making any sense whatsoever. "Is you're job to be a bitch?" he grinned again. "Maybe." I said as I looked his eyes. We stared at each other for about a minute until he mumbled "Kiss me." "No." I mumbled back as I broke our eye contact and looked at the ground. "Why not?" he smirked. "Because you're Dean." I said as I flared my hands gesturing to his body. "And you're Sarah." he mocked me. "Just kiss me. You know you want to." "No I don't. I can't." "Why not? Because little lover boy of yours don't want you." "That's not why. It's because love and guys always fuck me over and I'm sick of getting hurt over it." "I won't fuck you over...but I will fuck you." he smirked. "You're disgusting." I hissed. Before I could say anything, his lips were on mine and his hands were on my hips. I tried to push him away but he grabbed my wrists and got more into the kiss. At this point, it's not a kiss, we are making out and my shirt is now gone...and I had no more intentions to push him away anymore. He was now on top of me, but was soon off as a loud banging sounded through the house. "Fuck." he groaned as he pulled his lips from mine. "Now I know why he couldn't get enough of you." he said out of breath. I felt my heart break even more as he got up and walked towards the door. I sat there and played with my hands, but then I heard his hoarse voice. Harry is standing in Dean's doorway as I'm in the room right next to it. Harry is here. At Dean's. Where I am. What the fuck! I started to get a feeling like I couldn't breathe, it could be from smoking the blunt or from Harry being here, but I do not feel good whatsoever. I feel like I'm going to faint. "Is someone here?" I heard Harry's raspy voice ask. His voice still gives me goosebumps when he talks. I snapped from my thoughts and ran to a random room as I heard the door creak open more. I hid in a random closet as I heard Harry now in the living room. "I came here because I have no one else to talk to right now and that is sad to admit but..." Harry paused mid-sentence. "Do you have a girl here?" he asked. "No. It must be Amber's." Dean lied, but you could hear the edge in his voice.

Harry's P.O.V

I noticed a girl's shirt on the ground and got curious and when I asked Dean, I could tell he was lying mostly because he was shirtless and was glistened with sweat. I looked over and noticed a pair of shoes, but they weren't just any pair of shoes....they were Sarah's shoes. Something clicked inside of me and before I knew it, Dean was now against the wall as I held the collar of his shirt in my clenched fist. "Where is she?" I growled through my teeth. "I don't know what you're talking about, man." He lied to my face. I glared at him and said "Sarah, you have until the count of 3 to get the fuck out here...1...2...2 and a half..." before I could get to 3 Sarah walked out shirtless and scared shit less. I dropped Dean and said "If you ever touch her again, I will put you six feet under." I spat in his face. I walked over to Sarah and grabbed her arm. "What the fuck are you doing here with him?" I hissed as she flinched at my words. "Why the fuck would you care? I'm nothing to you, remember?" "You're losing your mind, Sarah. Get your shit, I'm bringing you home." "No." she stood her ground. "Let's go!" I screamed full of anger. "I said no! You don't own me, Harry!" She soon recovered from my harsh order. I bit the inside of my cheek trying to hold my anger back but that is when I looked into her eyes and noticed they were bloodshot. "Are you high?" "That's none of your God damn business." she crossed her arms. "You got her high?" I clenched my fists as I glared at Dean once again. "She ain't your property, bro! I'm the one that came to her rescue this time, buddy, not you!" he fought. "Sarah, please tell me that this is just another one of my nightmares. Do you realize that just a couple weeks ago this guy beat you to a fucking pulp? You can't be serious right now, this is not the Sarah I know." "There never was a Sarah that you knew, or ever will know. You created this Sarah, Harry,you created this demon inside of me."