Together Is The Battle

confession chapter 6

I try to gather myself and construct a civilized idea on how to approach this. Should I go back, all I know is that they will shove me back into that room and all those brain washing sessions. I can’t I wont, but then what do I do.

I just crumble in his protective arms wrapping around me, holding me together. I can feel the warmth from his body seeping into my skin giving my shivers up and down my spine but that doesn’t overtake the fearing shakes that inhabit my whole body. I have to tell him so he understands that he couldn’t change anything, I already felt this way it just now brought to me to see that I am not as strong as I thought, but that I am weak and can’t do this alone. But everyone who tries to help me just wants something from me. I feel alone.

He has been holding me for a while but I just can’t bring myself to move until his voice brings me back.

"Megan?"

When he says my name come from his lips I understand what he means without the words. I give him one last weary hug to indicate I know what he wants. He releases me and uses the side of the shower to pull himself up, and then he reaches to me and brings me to my feet. I receive a moist towel to cover with as he guides me through the house to the large frumpy couch.

"Megan?" he states again but lower.

Between my dyeing tears I speak. "This isn’t the first time." I say it quietly almost to myself. He looked at me confused like. "This is the second time this. I have. I was raped before Harry!"

With this his jaw gaped and I was staring into my hands waiting for something to be said. "What? Megan." He came back over to me from the seat he was sitting in and took my hand. "When?"

"Almost three months ago." He wasn’t looking at me anymore he was staring at the closed window. "I didn’t think it would, again, I thought would be able to stop It." we sat in silence for a bit but he left and went to the kitchen.

I was so tired I passed out in the comfy chair in his absence.

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Harrys POV

Oh my god. My heart has sunk to my feet in despair for her. Why has this happened? How could this happen. She’s broken and in pain. It makes sense to why she was so jumpy at the cafe. She wasn’t ready for anything, no matter how bad she wanted to be she wasn’t and I forced that upon her. She deserves better than this. She’s to perfect for this.

In my thinking I know in my heart that there is something about her. Why would she be brought to me if we weren’t supposed to meet? I want to save her I want to help her I want her all for myself and not scatter around. She needs me and no matter how much she can deny it, I will be there for her. She is strong, but a person can only be so strong before they break and now she needs help. I just want to help her I need to.

I go back to the living room to find her asleep exhausted from earlier. The chair isn’t good to sleep in so I gently lift her and carry her to the bedroom and place her in it. The towel is wet so I remove it trying not to look, and place the covers over her helpless body. She’s gone, didn’t flinch at all from the movement I caused but I felt relief and tiredness swept over myself. I saw her shivering though, maybe seeing it mainly because I wanted to see her shiver so I could have an excuse to lay with her. I took this advantage and crawled in next to her keeping her under the sheet and me on top so we wouldn’t, touch. Within seconds she stopped shivering and went back to her peaceful slumber.

I'm tired but I just want to look at her and watch her. I want to talk to her more than anything but I can’t find the right words, until now.

I whisper into her ear quietly hoping not to wake her "I promise you I’ll keep you safe. I will do everything I can to help you; I’ll do anything, everything. You don’t have to be strong around me, you can rest on me when you need, I’ll be strong for you, please love. Please."

Megan’s POV

I wasn’t asleep, just exhausted.