Out of the Darkness

Samantha's POV:

I look helplessly at Pamela.

"I know you want me to help you, but I never saw my attacker's face," I tell her as Niall lowers me into a chair. Pamela sighs, but nods.

"I understand, we figured your attacker wouldn't be stupid enough to show his face, but it was worth a try..." Her voice trails off, and she sits in the chair across from me as the boys take seats as well. "Here, why don't you start by telling me everything that you can remember from that night at the concert," she says while pulling out a voice recorder and switching it on. She places it in the middle of the table.

I tense up as my mind goes back to that terrible night.


Harry POV:

As Pamela places the voice recorder on the center of the table, I see Samantha tense up next to me. It must be hard for her to think about the night of the concert, let alone tell her story to a group of people! I slide my hand over to hers which rests on the table, and give it a squeeze. Her eyes flicker towards mine, and she gives me a small smile of thanks before taking a deep breath and opening her mouth...

"Let me start at the beginning. When I was seven years old, my parents were killed by a drunk driver," She begins shakily. "I had no other relatives who could take me, so i was sent to an orphanage. I spent my whole childhood there, but the day of the concert was my nineteenth birthday." she pauses. "That was the age limit for the orphanage, and they had me pack my bag. I was put out on the streets with only a couple hundred dollars which i had saved up over the years."

Tears lightly spill over Sam's eyes, and all of us in the room look down, silently. Once she has collected herself, she continues;

"One of the girls at the orphanage had won a ticket to your concert, but as a birthday present she gave it to me." Samantha wipes her eyes and pauses again before taking another deep breath.

"That night I was able to get into the concert fine. I had left my packed bags at the orphanage to pick up later. My seat was really good, towards the right side of the stage near some big speakers. The concert started, and everything was going great," She says, as tears start to fall faster from her eyes.

"It was during a loud song about an hour in that he...he," and then she breaks down as a strangled sob escapes her lips.


Sam POV:

Everything that i have told them so far has just been filler information. Now i had to tell them the hardest part. I had been trying not to think about this all day. Tears were now pouring down my face, and i couldn't stop them. I feel Harry on my left put his arm around my shoulders and give me a tight squeeze. Another sob escapes my lips as i wipe my eyes. Taking a shaky breath, i continue, now not even bothering to try and stop my tears. My voice comes out in a whisper.

"That he found me." I finish my sentence. "He came up behind me, and I felt his stubbled cheek against mine," I pause again, running my hand over my cheek as I remember his touch. All of the boys are tense, sitting at attention and I notice that Harry and Niall have their hands in fists upon the table. My voice is now shaking uncontrollably. "He whispered in my ear; "hey baby"... and put a cloth over my mouth and nose. The last thing i remember clearly before everything went fuzzy was a sickly sweet smell when I inhaled through the cloth." I say, looking up. Pamela nods

"Do you remember anything after that sweetie?" She asks, giving me a sad smile.

I look at her and nod, tears once more running down my face. I must look like a complete mess right now, but I don't care. I have to get this story off my chest.

"The drugs he had were strong. I couldn't do anything to resist him as he pulled me away from the crowd and behind some big speakers by the side of the stage. I guess we were alone there, but i can't remember clearly." I say, my eyebrows furrowing together in concentration.

"Then he threw me onto the ground and... and he," my voice cracks, and once again harry gives my shoulders a squeeze, giving me the strength to continue. "he raped me," I whisper, looking down at my lap.

My mind flashes back to that night. His body was so heavy on mine, the air was thick, and loud with screaming fans, all unaware of what was happening just yards away from them. As he thrust himself into me I could do nothing. My arms and legs felt so heavy, and the pain and fear made it hard for me to keep my eyes open. He kicked me hard in the ribs, and dragged his fingernails down my side, his foul breath on my cheek coming in quick pants from exertion. I didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain i felt one of my ribs crack.

"I never even saw his face," I murmur, finishing my story. Nobody says a word. Everyone just sits there, thinking. All of a sudden the door flies open and hits the wall with a bang. We all jump, and I turn to see a large police officer standing there.

"I need you all to come with me right now! He says firmly

Notes

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