…Closing Hour…
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Harmony's POV:
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Harry and his group are still seated on their table. The five men look completely hammered, even though Harry looks a bit awake than the rest. His eyes didn’t leave me; from the moment he announced his forceful command. Through the night, I would turn around to look for Serena, and I would find his eyes glowing at me from the far distance. His eyes seem to make me nervous; they increase my inner fear and worry of tonight’s upcoming events.
I take my chance to sneak out, while he and his flock are trying to concentrate. Serena is left inside, so I don’t need to worry about locking up tonight. Once I step outside, I breathe in success, I’m free. Just as I start walking away, a murderous voice howls my ears; making me freeze: “You think you could run away?” I don’t turn backwards, since his footsteps increase in volume.
He pushes me harshly on the ally wall, pressuring me by his body. I don’t yelp, I don’t make any sort of sound; this is my miserable destiny. “(His breath reeks of alcohol) Tsk, Tsk, Tsk… What happened to being obedient?” I don’t reply, as he begins kissing my skin harshly. His lips tingle on my neck, firing the area with lustful flames. His body forces itself over mine, stronger than before; squeezing me tight to the wall.
His lips begin to move up my neck, reaching my jawline, till they finally fixate themselves at my lips. He kisses me with complete hunger, but all I do is cross my arms over my shaking body. I feel numb, violated, hurt, and abused even. He can do whatever he wants, but I wont give anything back. He treats my body like a piece of meat, soulless if that’s the description for it. “(He commands huskily, speaking through his kiss) Kiss me.”
I don’t, and for that; he pushes his lips harsher than the first time. “Kiss me…” I keep my arms crossed, my eyes closed, and a tearful string begins to drop down my cheek. Once he feels the wetness, he stops; he completely freezes. I take that as my chance to open my eyes, freeing the rest of the waterfalls.
“(His voice changes, expressing sympathy and care) Why are you crying?” His hand that was digging through my hip, is now tracing the tears away. “Harmony… don’t stay quiet. Tell me…” I shake my head, while his body weakens and frees my movement. “Harmony!”He calls, but I just don’t turn backwards. I precede my tears of being abused in public, gliding my footsteps back home.
“Not so fast. (The gun clicks, as it aims on my head) Your wallet, now.” The mysterious thug roars his command at me, making me cry deeper than I already am. My hands shake, as I tug at my purse to take out my wallet. “(I whisper in frightened whimpers) Please, just take everything. I don’t want to die…”
I cry deeper, stretching my vibrating arm with the wallet. He snatches it with his empty hand, keeping the gun at my head. This is the result of being a hardworking girl at the worst neighborhoods in London’s evenings. This is my end; first I am abused physically, and now? I die in the most tragic and careless way possible.
“Any last words?” He clicks the gun again, tightening his finger on the trigger. I close my eyes, filling the ally walls with my deep cries. “She won’t need any last words. (He walks closer to stand in front of me) But, I think your death wish is going to come true, right now…” My eyes are blurred from the shimmery of this protector, but his voice can never be forgotten; Harry.
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