bridges [h.s.]

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟*

𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

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I have to do this.
TW: SEXUAL ASSUALT/ RAPE
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Bella.

I don't actually remember much of what happened after dinner, all I know is that I was rushed to a hospital. I couldn't really breathe for most of it.

Now, my eyes slowly flutter open as I take into account my surroundings. The white walls covered with random diagrams surround me, a large machine beeps as its connected to my arm.

However, something else catches my eye. Slumped over in the arm-chair next to the bed is, Harry.

He's staring at his feet as they move side to side, as if to entertain him.

"Is the mafia even allowed in a hospital?" I croak out, startling him. He looks up at me with wide eyes.

"You're awake," he states.

I look around, "It appears you're right," I snark.

He rolls his eyes at me before continuing, "You know to the rest of the world, I am just a club owner right?"

I flop back onto the hard mattress, "That's good to know."

He doesn't say anything else, and nothing but our breaths are heard.

"When can I leave?"

He turns his head towards me, "Whenever you're ready."

I furrow my brows at this, he must be joking. Why didn't he lead with that? I could've been almost done, but no he decided to leave that out.

God. I hate him.

I tug the IV from my arm and wince from the pain, I slowly get out of the bed and place my feet onto the floor. I look to see Harry watching my every move.

"Well, I'm ready."

"You don't want to change?" He has the audacity to ask.

I swear to God.

"Into what?"

"These clothes Louis got for you," He says while holding up a duffel bag.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down before grabbing the bag from him rather roughly. I dig inside to see a white t-shirt and some leggings along with some undergarments and sneakers.

I hobble off into the bathroom connected to the room and begin to change. I slip off the barely there dress and slip into the clothes Louis picked out for me.