unexpected

Yashika’s POV
Its been two week. And I am still stuck up here with harry. He makes me do all the household works and its ugly. I have to wash all their dirty clothes and do the dishes..clean the house and every damn thing. I hate it in here. And because of me girls are also tied up in the room. But I am grateful that boys are not rude or harsh with the girls. I don’t know how they are coping up here because guys don’t let me see them and that’s because of harry…I know he is trying get to me..but I won’t let him have his way…not this time.
First week was bit difficult to live through due all the violent practices of guys with me. But as days passed by it really didn’t matter. But guys still don’t leave a chance to not to mess with me. Niall and Louis made it much more worse for me all day…everyday. And harry never even stop them rather he just see everything like audience and just wait for me to cry for help but at the end…disappointed by my actions he encourages them. Like yesterday :-

#@---------------flashback--------------@#

I was in the kitchen making lunch for the boys. I was deeply staring at the boiling noodles. It must have looked that I was in a deep thought but originally I was too tired and fed up to think anything. Recently I don’t think anything. My mind stays blank just like a white blank paper. I hadn’t notice that niall and Louis were in the kitchen until niall spoke up.
“what the hell are you thinking?” he asked rudely
“nothing sir” I say quietly not wanting the to them to hurt the girls again as last week Louis was this close to cut alpana on her arm.
“what are you cooking?” Louis asks….calmly?
I was so numb and busy staring at noodles that I couldn’t bring myself to answer him. I wasn’t angry or scared of what they had done or what they might do…I was just lost and don’t even know where.
“answer me bitch” Louis said and slapped me on the back of head. As badly as I wanted to speak I just couldn’t care of what he might do and that was why I couldn’t summon my voice
With that niall grabbed my wrist twisted it and held it against my back’ “don’t you hear us?” he angrily whispered in my ear and I could Louis , who was facing me, smirked.
And now I was back to my senses. I knew they love it when I give them a chance to do stuff like this. They are amused by it by this time I just couldn’t help myself. I could see harry standing in the entrance smirking from the corner of my eye. He was completely enjoying his show after sleep. The worried expression was vanished from my face when I saw harry. And he tensed up. Of course he was expecting something else but he was not going to get it. As I was lost in thinking I suddenly felt something hard and extremely hot touching my skin just above the waist band of my pyjamas. It was the spatula with which I was stirring noodles earlier. It was hot like fire. As soon as it contacted my skin I shot close my eyes and bit my lower lip just to stop me scream. Louis pressed it hard on my skin. It took everything in me to not scream. As he withdrew the spatula niall let me go but Louis held me from the back of my neck harshly and made me look at him.
“do. Not. Ignore. Me.” He said through his teeth. I nodded at him holding back my tears. And I left to go to my room. As I passed harry I could see frustration and confusion on his face. And was trying to read my every action like was the puzzle leading to some treasure but I shrugged it.

#@----------------end of flashback-------------@#

I hate each and every one of them. My mother often said to me that I should never use the word ‘hate’ or ‘love’ so freely and most importantly she said I should never throw it on people just because I am angry or happy with them. And I don’t use these words until or unless I mean it by heart. And this time I mean it with my body soul and mind…I hate each one of them. They is nothing good in them. But I am grateful to them for one thing. Atleast they haven’t tried to be physical with me or force me in anything like this.
I turn around and leave the kitchen with the glass of water in my hand. I was a bit relieved as all the boys were out today. I heard a door being slammed and the glass slipped from my hand as I was surprised. I turned around to see a very drunk harry with a smirk on his face.
“now see what you did” he stated
Confused with his statement ad with fact he was speaking to me other than giving orders I looked around and found a broken glass on floor with water every where. I looked at him with expression ‘what-you-want-me-to-for-it’. And reading my mind he came closer and much closer to me.
“I have to punish you now” I whispered in my ear sending a chilling sensation down my spine which I had never felt before. I knew what he meant by punishing me and I was terrified due to it. It’s the last thing I want on earth. Because I know I won’t be able to live through it again.
He pinned me to the wall and leaned to kiss me. I turn my head so he landed on my cheeks.
“stop harry” I said to him
I was scared to death of what he was going to do. I was so scared that I knew he could smell fear of me which made him smile. I had said that I am grateful to hem for not being physical…I think I spoke too soon.
“oh look…someone is scared” he stated again..”you know how much of a turn on it is to know that you are scared” he added.
I could feel my throat getting dry and gulped hard.
“please harry…don’t do this…I have been doing everything you say to me…but not this” I whispered in attempt of speaking which made smirk.
“why not? You are just what I needed…god! you are so sexy” he said while brushing his lips on my cheeks.
I opened my mouth to speak but he started kissing me. I tried to push him away but he was. I closed my eyes as tightly as possible to get away from reality.
“kiss back bitch” he spoke breaking the kiss and then continuing it.
I gathered every bit of strength I me and pushed him away I tried to run but he caught me by my wrist pulled me back to hi and pined me tightly to the wall.
He attacked my neck with kisses and I continued to push him. He was so strong that it was frustrating.
“s-st-stop it…please stop” I said with tears running down my face as he rubbing small circles on my clit. All the scenes from three years earlier flashed infront of my eyes. I could that each feeling of cheap…guilty…regret…used…broke…again.
“s-stop-…stop it aiden” I said.
He stepped back at my false attempt of speech. I too was shocked of what I had said. I gasped I surprise and prayed that harry must not get more angry because I wouldn’t be able to bear his this ‘punishment’. I looked at him he was looking at me with pure shock and he suddenly looked all sobered up.
“how do you know aiden?” he asked

Notes

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