⚠️ THIS IMAGINE CONTAINS!: Language, Rape. ⚠️
Sasha's POV:
He grabbed my legs, aggressively pulling me toward him as I screamed and sobbed, trying to kick him off. "SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!" He screamed, slapping my face. He tried to pull down my trousers and lifted my leg up, kicking him in the jaw.
"You're gonna get it, whore!" He screamed.
I screamed, sitting upright and gripping onto my shirt. I breathed heavily, trying to be quiet as my boyfriend, Harry, slept peacefully beside me.
I looked around the room, trying to focus my attention on the things around me.
Harry mumbled sleepily, turning over to my side. He obviously woke up because he sat up beside me. "What's up darling?" He whispered, pushing my hair away from my face. I looked at him, tears rolling down my cheeks.
The streetlight outside light up half his face, showing his gorgeous green eyes. "Nightmare?" He mumbled, placing his hand on my back. I nodded, not being able to speak as I cried quietly.
"Shhhh, princess. Come here." He said sleepily, pulling me into his arms. "I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to wake you. Just go back to sleep. I'll be back in a minute." I mumbled, swinging my legs out of the bed.
He grabbed my by the waist, making my breathing speed up. He pulled me back into the bed and cuddled me into his chest. "Don't be daft. C'mon, I'm right here." He said, kissing my forehead and then nuzzling his head into my neck.
My breathing slowed and I yawned into Harry's bare chest. "Thank you baby." I mumbled.
"Anytime princess, try and get some rest." He said, kissing my forehead again.
With that, I felt myself falling asleep, curled up into a ball in Harry's arms.
