Clarys´POV:

“Thank you. Good night”, I said to the pharmacist and a little bell over the door released me into the darkness. There was absolutely no one on the street and I found it kind of creepy.

The weather was warm since it was a weak summer night. While I already looked for my return to the Xfactor I didn´t noticed the guys.

Three of them and they all seemed to be not much older than me, but they were sized double as much as me. Their talking was too loud and you could tell they drank too much already.

Since I was too close I couldn´t turn and take another way as one already noticed me and tabbed his friend. His finger pointed into my direction and my blood froze in my veins.

What should I do? To hurry seemed to be the wrong decision since that would only made me look weak and horrified. God, I was really frightened and my knees were shaking. I knew they meant trouble, it was just the feeling of my intuition.

My plan was to just pass them in a fast walk and try to ignore them. But one of them stepped into my way and forced me to stop.

“Hello, pretty lady”, he babbled and I winced faintly.

“I´m sorry, but I´m in a hurry”, I tried to explain, but he hold me back at my wrist.

“Not so fast, do you live near by?”, he asked and I grumbled angrily.

“No”, I snapped shortly.

“Hey Jason, does she has any money? We need more to buy some more alc”, another one of them said and I froze. The guys look young, but older than twenty and none of them was a beauty.

Their faces were plumb and they had these kind of faces, which had absolutely nothing interesting or outstanding. But they we´re broad and definitely stronger than me.

“Do you have, woman?”, he asked me harshly and I took the rest of the money, which I had left from the painkillers. Not even ten pounds anymore.

“You have more, you look like a rich and spoiled daddy girl!”

“That´s all”, I told him and tried to free myself.

“Not so fast, bitch!”, he snapped at me and his grip got tighter.

“Let go of me!”, I screamed and started to fight against him.

“You nasty slut!”, he hold me tighter and now his friends tried to help him.

“Help!”, I shouted, but I knew that nobody would hear me. The street was dead. Everything got so fast, I couldn´t really capture what happened.

My screams echoed along the street and I kicked and spat around me, but they we´re stronger. As one of them started to touch my body I cried so loud that another covered my mouth with his large and sweaty hand. I bit in it and that was the first time I felt a fist in my face.

“There´s nothing!”, the guy, who had touched my body and took especially long at my boobs and ass let out and I felt another fist in my face. Hard knuckles on my soft cheekbones. Punch. Punch. Punch. Slap. Punch.

“Jason, let go of her. She doesn´t have anything”, one of them said and I heard my painkillers spread all over the pavement as he looked through the box.

“Jason! C´mon let´s go before the cops catch us again!” Finally he loosed his grip around me and I fell down to my knees.

“Bitch!” I heard a lot more swear words before they finally disappeared. My knees were shaking and I glanced down at the small capsules on my feet.

The only thing I wanted to do, was laying down on the street and sleep. Sleep to stop the pain, which were every part of my body.

Honestly, I had no idea how I got up to my feet and dragged myself home. The first time I realized where I was, when I shut the door behind me and glanced at the familiar furniture in the living room.

My eyes had been dry like a desert, but this was the first time I allowed myself to breathe again.

Sobs crawled up my throat and and started to shake me from the inside. My knees gave in and I dropped down the door before I started to cry uncontrollably. I was broken.

Harrys` POV:

I felt sick. Angry. Furious. Concerned. Helpless. Out of timing. In time. Worried. Enraged. Hectic. Frightened. All at once.

“Clary...”, my voice cracked after I said her name. “What happened?”, this time it had been at least two words. Which bastard mangled her like that?

Clarys` POV:

“Clary...”, I glanced through my hands and saw...Harry. He was here.

“What happened?”, he asked and I wanted to answer, but the moment I opened my mouth all that came out were panic sobs again and I felt the tears rolling over my face, leaving a burning trail with their salt on my already injured skin.

The only reason I tried to control my panic attack was Rosy, who looked like a sleeping princess on Harry´s arms. I pressed my hands in front of my mouth and tried to calm down, without much success.

There was just no oxygen in this room.

“Clary, who did this to you?”, I saw his face close to mine, but I couldn´t answer since I was sure I would start to scream, if I allowed my lips to open. Instead I only shook my head.

“I´m right back, okay?”, he asked and I felt even more anxiety and panic even just by the thought of him leaving again.

“I´m not going, but Rosy has to sleep somewhere, okay?”, his voice was urgently and I knew he was right.

She was so little and she had every right to believe that this fucked up world was a good place, so I slowly nodded. Harry got out of my sight and I tried to breathe steadily. I heard him laying her down in her crip before he came back.

“You should take a shower, okay?”, he said as he knelt down in front of me, so I was able to face him. I shook my head, I didn´t wanted to get up.

“Do you trust me, Clary?”

Probably it was the way he said my name, like he was afraid he could break it by speaking it out loud or the fact that I did trusted him, that made me nod and he pulled me up to my feet. He pulled over his shirt and indicated me to do the same and I did.

Carefully he helped me into the shower and turned on the hot water, which ran over my body and made my jeans got really heavy on my hips.

Red rivulets ran down my body to the drain and I wondered where all that blood came from, while my legs were shaking again.

Harry noticed that fact, pulled me closer and rested his forehead against mine. That was the way we stayed for the next minutes, breathing in and out together. His lips were so close to mine and I felt his heartbeat under my touch.

However he turned off the water and picked me up to get me out of the shower and handed me a towel. While I got myself dry I refused to take a look in the mirror.

“Wanna go to the living room?”, he asked gingerly and I nodded faintly. My feet carried me to the sofa and I dropped on it, while Harry turned on the TV and got to the kitchen.

My finger softly touched over my skin on my face and I felt the parts, which hurted the most and I realized the bruisings, which already came through my skin on my wrists.

Quietly Harry came back, holding a cup with tea, which he gave to me before he sat down next to me. My whole body and my mind as well were so exhausted that I only wanted to sleep, but I knew Harry wanted answers. But he was a gentleman and waited, putting no pressure on me at all.

“I just wanted to get some painkillers”, I said quietly, “but probably staying in would have been the better idea since now I´m in a lot more pain since they decided to punch me.” I let out the faintest laugh in forever and his eyes widened a little bit before anger flashed up in them.

“What did they wanted?”, his voice was shaky and I could hear all the effort he needed to calm himself down.

“Just money, I guess. They seemed really drunk and out of money to buy some more”, I explained.

“How many?”

“Three guys.”

“Have you seen their faces?”

“Yeah, but it was really dark.”

“What have they done to you?” His voice got softer and we stopped to throw the short sentences and questions at each other. My mind needed his time to understand what he wanted to know.

“They didn´t abused me in a sexual way”, I shivered at the thought of them pressing my body down to the ground while ripping of my clothes. Harry stayed quiet for some time and I nervously nibbled on my under lip.

“If I could get to them right know, I´d kill them”, his voice was horrifying and I was sure he meant it. He would hurt them, if he could and honestly the thought of it made me feel better.

How could three guys take over a tiny, little girl, who was never on the same conditions like them at all? What were their thinking? Were there thinking at all or did they just never learned from their parents how to act human?

I closed my eyes since the pictures of them flashed in front of my mind and I felt a single tear fell down my cheek. Suddenly I felt a touch on my face and I opened my eyes panicky and tried to move away.

“Oh God, Clary I didn´t wanted to scare you”, Harry apologized quickly and I stared at his reached out hand, which were near my face. After some seconds I realized what he only wanted to remove the tear.

“I´m sorry for being so...”, I didn´t even find the words. Broken?

“Please, shut up Clary”, his words were mean, but his voice was really smooth.

“Nothing of this is your fault, okay? And these guys should burn in hell for laying their hands on you.”

He took my hands in his and I glanced at our interlocked finger. His thumb carefully moved over my skin and I loved the simplicity of this easy touch.

“Believe me: I really wanna beat the shit out of them”, his face was so close to mine.

Probably it was the difference between the guy´s brutality and Harry´s cautious touch or the words he just let out, but actually I think it was the fact, that I wanted it and I needed him to heal my brokenness.

That was the reason I pulled in closer and pressed my lips on his.

Notes

Chapter, chapter, chapter.
Already wrote it in my other story, but I´m just feeling really down right now, so I´m sorry for probably not updating the next few days. :/

What do you think would happen, if Harry could get to the guys?
And another kiss? Wait, what?