George Weasley // Stuck with me

5.Wake up

Trigger Warning: Mentions of sexual assault, physical and emotional abuse and PTSD.

"Why don't you look ravishing."  

Whispers, hands...no wait, claws? oh no. NO not again.  

"GET AWAY FROM ME! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!"

"oh but why should I? I think its such a pity to waste something as pure, innocent, and fresh as this.  The Dark Lord is going to kill you anyways, why not have fun first?"

"NO! STOP IT! DON'T TOUCH ME!" 

 Struggling, gripping tighter, pain, blood, hands, fingers, bodies, pressure.

Crying, sobbing, choking, pain. 

"Please...no...I don't want this..."

"I don't care."

"McKenna?"

"LET ME GO!"

violated, ashamed, disgusted.

"McKenna?"

"Your skin tastes better than I expected."

"McKenna! Wake UP!"

"AAAHHHh- GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"McKenna it's me, its George."

"Ge-George?"  McKenna opened her eyes.  Staring at her was George, standing over her arms outstretched as if she was a wild animal.  Her heart rate pounded in her ears as she looked around.  The couch was a mess, her pillow and blanket tossed to the floor.  She was sitting now, drenched in sweat.

"Uhm, what time is it?"  She asked tentatively rubbing her temples.

"Umm, five am?" George whispered hoarsely slowly putting his arms back down.  McKenna sighed before standing up.  She stood still for a moment, her head spinning.

"Sorry I woke you, I'm going to get a glass of water, do you want one?"  She looked at George.  He nodded, and in this moment McKenna realized that George was in fact once again, shirtless.

She cleared her throat before turning and walking into the kitchen, trying very hard not to blush at the sight him.  Hey feelings don't just go away in the face of trauma.  Grabbing two glasses she filled them up at the sink and placed one on the counter.  Turning she leaned against the sink and stared at the glass in her hand while George picked up his glass and took a sip.  A few moments passed.

"It happens every night."  McKenna blurted out.  George looked at her a questioning look on his face.

"I'm not really ready to talk about it quite yet but when my brother and I and our friends went hunting for Horcruxes we ended up getting caught and sent to Malfoy Manor."  She paused for a moment swirling her finger around the rim of her glass.

"More happened there than we told everyone.  It was one of the worse moments of my life and I'm not quite ready to relive it awake."  McKenna finished in a whisper.  While Bellatrix had her way with Hermione, Greyback decided to have his way with McKenna.  She shivered, just the mere recollection of the time made her feel sick.  Just like every other trauma in her life she wasn't given time to grieve, so it got pushed back.  Bottled up, sealed to be dealt with later.  But now they won, she doesn't have to bottle it up anymore, she can deal with it.  For some reason though, whether fear or nervousness, she doesn't want to deal with it.  So she won't.

McKenna took a sip of her water before dumping it out and placing the glass in the sink.

"I'm gonna go shower, too late to go back to sleep for me anyways."  McKenna softly said and padded out the kitchen back into the living room.  Ignoring the messed up couch she went upstairs.  Grabbing clothes for the day and her wand McKenna walked down the hall to the other bathroom that had a shower instead of just a bath and flicked on the light.  To be honest, she looked horrible.  Her bun was all static filled, crazier looking than ever and the bags under her eyes were deeper.  She not only looked sickly she felt sickly.  Tearing her stare away from the mirror she turned on the shower and slowly undressed.  She looked down at herself, the scars on her stomach and thighs, ragged scratches pulling and tugging.  He marked her for life.  The steam from the shower began to fill the room as she stepped in.  

The water felt like a hug.  A hug you didn't have to worry about awkward emotions or peoples opinions.  This hug could go as long as you want and nobody would think your weird or try to let go of you.  This hug lets you cry without judgement, and caresses you when no one will.  She sat down and closed her eyes relaxing into the warm hug of the water, numb but warm.