Isolated // H.S {ON HOLD}

ch 8: Innocence

The song for this chapter is Big Jet Plane by angus and julia stone

that song> life:)

*Chapter 8: Innocence*

Stopping outside the tent, I had a better chance to look around. It was a fairly big tent, maybe six people could sleep inside it. A large tarp had been placed on the dirt in front of it, with another tarp hung from the trees, making a roof of sorts that hung over the camp. There were several blue Rubbermaid plastic containers. Lots of kitchen utensils were out. It was a very well-stocked camp. 

I had to turn away.

Opening the flap, Louis pulled me into the tent, which was filled with bedding. He had a blue basin already set up, the kind that hospitals give to young mothers to wash their brand-new babies in.

 He had already filled it with clean water. He pushed me toward an upside-down bucket and told me to sit down on it. He took off my running shoes and placed my feet into the hot water and washed them. 

 Then he told me to take off my red pajamas. I pulled back in horror. “No!” I cried. He scowled. 

 I could see even then that I was not going to be able to tell him no. But he forced himself to be patient.

 “I need to wash you,” he said through a tight smile.

I recoiled even further, pressing against the fabric of the tent. “I took a shower last night,” I whispered.

He hesitated, then yelled toward the zippered flap. “She says that she had a shower last night. Is that okay?”

 Both of us looked toward the tent door, my stomach crawling into my chest.

There was a moment’s hesitation as Harry considered. The absurdity was surreal. It was as if he were asking, Is she clean enough for you?

“Yeah, that’s okay,” he answered. His voice was very close. He was waiting just outside the tent. Anxious. A starving animal ready to devour.

Louis turned to me again, my feet still inside the basin. “Take your clothes off,” he repeated.

 “No,” I said again.

 “Take them off, or I’ll have him come in and rip them off you,” Louis rasped in anger. 

 Pulling away, I started crying. I couldn’t stop. The tears left my face wet, my eyes stinging and red.

 “Take your clothes off, or Harry will rip them off you!” he repeated.

He then handed me a white robe. Again, it wasn’t the kind you can wrap around your body, but one you have to pull over your head. I quietly slipped it on. And wiggled out of my pajamas underneath.

 He waited, and then pointed. “Take off your underwear.”

 I choked on more tears. “No,” I stumbled simply.

 “I’ll have Harry rip them off your body.” His voice was firm, and certainly not kind.

 Lowering my eyes, I slipped them off.

 Louis looked at me with satisfaction, then crawled toward the opening of the tent.

I sat on the ground, sick with dread, huge tears rolling down my cheeks. My body was so tight I felt I couldn’t breathe. I shivered, my feet still wet. 

I waited, crying softly as Harry came into the tent. Tears of horror filled my eyes. I choked in order to keep on breathing.

Harry crawled closer to me, his arm reaching up to my chin. I could sense hat was about to happen next and i certainly was not ok with it.

 No!” I screamed, unable to contain my horror.

He pulled back his hand as if he was going to slap me, moving suddenly extremely close. 

“If you ever scream again, I’ll duct tape your mouth shut!” he sneered.

Then he forced me onto the dirty sheets. I fought him as best I could. “I’m just a little girl,” I begged in desperation. “I’m still a child!”

I fought and kicked and struggled. I did everything I could. But he was a powerful and driven young man. There was nothing I could do.

When it was over, he got up and crawled out of the tent, leaving me crying on the floor.

*   *   *

Over the next nine months, Harry Styles would rape me every day, sometimes multiple times a day. 

He would torture and brutalize me in ways that are impossible to describe, would starve and manipulate me like I was an animal. Many times I would think, Okay, this is the bottom. Things couldn’t get any worse. 

But whenever I began to think that way, I would quickly find out that I was wrong.

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