*Adriana's POV*

"After my parents died, the first foster home I was in, the dad had a really bad temper. He would come home almost every night completely wasted, and when he was drunk he really violent. He would throw things, call me names, hit me, and his wife would just watch. She was too afraid to speak up," I continued, "one night when he came home I was up in my room drawing in my sketchbook. He had drank more than he ever had, and he..." I struggled to finish my sentence.

"Shhh..." Harry soothed me while rubbing circles on my lower back. I didn't realize until then I was curled in a ball, with my forehead pressed against is firm chest.

Tears started to fall from my eyes when I managed to get out, "H-he raped me."

Notes

I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in so long! It was a mixture of writers block being so busy, but I'm going to get back into the mojo of updating every day, love you guys, and I'm hoping to get mysubscribers back!