Twisted

Harry pulled away from the painful kiss, and the look in his eyes shook me to my very core. His eyes were dark—twisted. It was then I realized I really was looking into the eyes of a being that had absolutely no heart or soul. I was looking into the eyes of a human, who had skin like me and two eyes like me; he basically had every characteristic of a human being. But unlike me, Harry had much darker intentions in life. He looked and moved like a normal human, yes, but deep down; I could see the empty place where his heart was supposed to be.

"I like girls who are willing," Harry told me in a husky growl, his hand suddenly trying to snake its way past my pants. Letting out a gasp, I immediately began flailing, trying to pry his hand off of me. I had a feeling where he wanted to go. "Most guys say they like girls who have a fight in them. Me? I prefer girls who submit, girls who bend to the one in charge." He then said suggestively, "Why put so much energy in fighting the girl when you could use that energy for something else?"

His other hand was holding me back against the wall, and he also used his chest to keep me from moving. He then used his right leg to step in between mine, tearing my legs apart in one swift move. And his hand, like a nosey spider, was trying to make its way into my pants. Literally.

By now I was near hysterics. I threw my entire body in frenzy, throwing my hands around blindly, tightening my hands into fists. I couldn't move my legs, since they were around Harry. However, when his hand tried going into my pants, I had to grab at it and try to rip it away. Unfortunately for me, Harry had arm muscles, and he seemed like he wasn't taking no for a suitable answer.

"What are you doing?" Was all I could say in that hysterical voice, my voice no longer under control. Fear laced my every sense. What was he doing?

"I'm teaching you a lesson." Was all Harry said, his lips leaning down to graze upon my ear. I could feel him breath now.

The worst part?

I felt completely and utterly helpless. I have never had this foreign feeling before. All my life I have been in complete control. Yet here I was, underneath Harry's control—stripped of my own consent. And honestly, being vulnerable was terrifying to me. Like anything, it was new to me, so it was natural to be scared.

"Yes, you're completely vulnerable," Harry said, his voice husky with satisfaction. I felt, only to add to my terror, him bring my earlobe into his mouth and gently bite at it. It didn't hurt, but it felt very strange, and it only added to my panic. "I could get used to this."

"Let go of me!" I wailed, keeping his hand out of my pants with much effort. My arms were beginning to shake from all the force it took just to keep his hand at bay, though he wasn't giving in. "GET OFF OF ME!"

Harry replied by bringing his mouth to the side of me neck, taking the skin and sucking lightly. I was panting now, my eyes wide and cheeks bright red. What the hell was he doing?

And the sad thing?

I could feel myself getting tired. I faintly figured out his plan. He wasn't using full force on me. He was waiting for me to lose energy.

But I couldn't let his hand get into my pants. So I used as much strength I had left, but by now, his strength overpowered mine. I heard him chuckle against my skin as he began pushing back, his fingers now grazing the skin of my lower belly.

Oh no.

"Please," I choked out, the walls in the room closing around me. "Please don't rape me. Please, Harry! Don't do this!"

"People who beg for mercy rarely get it." Harry replied roguishly, his hand defeating mine. I let my hands fall to my side limply as his hand immediately traveled inside my pants.

I could feel terrified tears prickle at my eyes. I didn't want to be raped, though I'm sure nobody would want that.

"Well, well, well," Harry said, pulling back to show me his cheeky grin, "I'm used to having girls dripping wet for me. You're completely dry." As if to prove his point, he wiggled his fingers on my feminine folds and I bit my tongue, holding back a scream. I've never been touched there by anyone. Ever.

I ducked my head, petrified and helpless, more tears falling past my cheeks. Harry's fingers felt around the most private part of my body, and the sensation put me over the edge. I felt violated—stripped to the very core.

I let out a blood-curling scream when Harry inserted a finger inside of me. Now, I use tampons when I'm on my monthly cycle. But I use the smallest ones, and I don't shove objects inside of me. So when he put his finger in there, I felt a suddenly mind-blowing pain that took my breath away and left me screaming.

"Are you finally going to do as I say?" Harry growled, pumping his finger in and out without any sign of mercy. I was sobbing now from the burning pain that never seemed to cease. I couldn't even speak. "Are you going to answer me, or am I going to have to add another finger?"

The thought of another finger being inside of me caused me to sob harder, shaking my head weakly. I lifted my hands to try and push against his chest, a last attempt to get him off of me. Of course it was futile, and Harry only smirked at my pitiful effort.

The pain intensified when he added another finger to respond to my silence. I opened my mouth to gasp, only to have Harry lean down again and crush me in a rough kiss, his teeth biting down on my lower lip. I could feel blood in my mouth, and I had a feeling it was my own blood.

Harry pulled away and I immediately began saying, "Okay, Harry! I'll listen—just please stop! Please…"

"Are you sure? I'm enjoying the sight of you writhing underneath me."

"Please!" I pleaded when the pain felt too much. I could've cried in relief when he pulled his finger out of me, retracting his hand from my pants. I couldn't look at him any longer. My head hung droopily and I had more tears flooding past my eyes, dripping onto the floor beneath my feet.

Did that just really happen?

"I hate you." I uttered finally, my voice shaky and raw. I picked up my head, my red and puffy eyes glaring at Harry with as much hatred I could muster at the moment. And at this time, I really did hate him.

I hated him for doing all of this to me. I've never done anything to him before, so why does he choose to bring me into all of this? I don't deserve this!

I grabbed the nearest thing to me, which happened to be a lamp I rarely used. I grabbed the lamp, let out a frustrated cry, and threw it at Harry.

Harry stepped out of the way, his eyes widening in surprise for a moment. It was quite obvious he was not expecting that from me. The lamp shattered on the floor, the sound of glass breaking echoing in my apartment.

"You bastard!" I shrieked, blindly grabbing for something else. This time my hands grabbed my television remote, and I threw that at Harry as well. My throws weren't as strong as they normally would be, since my entire body was weak, but that didn't stop me from throwing them nonetheless. He held up his hands, shielding himself from the thrown object. "You're ruining my LIFE!"

"Claire," He said steadily, "stop this right now. I—"

The tears stopped flowing as anger overtook my body. Right now, rage was fueling my anger, controlling my actions. I had no self-control.

"Get out!" I shouted, throwing every object I could find at Harry. Books flew, a cup of pencils were thrown at Harry's head, and a newspaper I found even was aimed his way. But Harry only stood there, regarding me with a look that made me even angrier. He looked at me like I was some crazy animal that quickly needed to be locked up. "Get out of my house, and GET OUT OF MY LIFE!"

When I ran out of things to throw, I stood there, feeling my anger slowly slip away. Now I felt tired and exhausted. But all in all, I wanted Harry to leave. Was that too much to ask?

"Are you done now?" Harry asked in an eerily calm voice.

I didn't answer.

I heard his footsteps approach me and I tensed up, praying he wouldn't continue what he did earlier. But what he did next shocked me even more.

He backhanded me. And it was hard. He hit me so hard that the force knocked me backwards, and I collided with a desk, knocking that over as well as everything on it. Taken aback, I sat there in a blind stupor, my cheek beginning to throb painfully.

Gingerly I touched my cheek with my fingers. My skin felt very hot underneath my touch.

He just hit me.

I've never been hit by a guy in my entire life. Usually guys always had the motto, "Never hit a girl" but apparently this didn't apply to Harry. Hell, I even tasted a bit of blood in my mouth. I felt like someone just hit me in the head with a hammer.

Numbly, I looked over at my apartment. My once perfectly clean home was now in ruins. There were objects lying around, broken glass everywhere, and the deck I ran into was toppled over, thousands of paper littering around me. I felt like I wasn't even looking at the same apartment anymore.

I faintly saw Harry leaning against the counter, his eyes trained on me. I felt such an immense amount of hatred for him, mixed with fear.

I couldn't believe it. This wasn't happening. I wasn't almost raped, and I wasn't just hit by a man. Things like this just didn't happen, right?

"I've never had a woman throw things at me before." Harry told me from across the room. He sounded emotionless right now.

"I've never had a man hit me before." I replied quietly.

"If you continue to defy me, things like this will happen."

"I just don't understand." I said shakily, not bothering to stand up. "I….I didn't do anything to deserve this. Why are you doing this to me?"

Harry didn't reply. He only walked towards me, and I stared at him cautiously, my entire body stiffening the closer he got. But he only bent down, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me up. My breath hitched in my chest when he wrapped his arms around my waist, and he brought his head into the crook of my neck. This would seem like a "romantic" gesture, but right now, it felt everything but.

"Because Claire," Harry said, "the world is fucked up. A lot of people don't deserve half the shit that's handed to them. It's just how the world works, and you'll have to get used to it if you want to survive."



Harry took me to a club. Okay, I've never been to a club before. I'm not the kind of woman who goes out at nights and "parties". I'm more of a kind of girl who would rather hang out with a friend on one-on-one basis rather than grind on complete strangers.

But this club looked like it was the omega of all clubs. For one, when we pulled up, I could feel the music pounding from the inside. There were people standing on the outside, either smoking or talking to one another. My stomach felt like it was about to unload itself when I realized where Harry was taking me.

"Why are we here?" I asked hesitantly, glancing Harry's way. He was typing something on his phone. We didn't speak one word to each other on the drive here. The ride wasn't awkward in any way, I actually used that time to gather my thoughts, though I didn't get anywhere from doing so. And not wanting to anger Harry like that again, I decided to just go with him.

"I have to talk to someone." Harry muttered, putting his phone in his pocket. He seemed like his mind was elsewhere. He got out of the car and I took that as my cue. The moment I stepped outside, I could smell heavy smoke and alcohol.

I got drunk once. I had a great time. I got drunk with two of my best friends back in high school on a sleep over. No, it wasn't at some party, and I didn't do anything crazy that changed my life. Like I mentioned before, I'm not an "Exciting" kind of girl.

"Come on," Harry grabbed my hand tightly, too tightly for my comfort, and led me to the entrance. I looked around nervously, seeing people who quickly turned the other way when they saw Harry, recognizing him by his appearance and jacket. Harry paused before we entered, and he quickly slid out of the jacket, throwing it over his shoulders. When I shot him a questioning look he replied under his breath, "Just put it on." I did as he asked, even though it wasn't even cold outside.

He spoke with the person who was letting people in, and in seconds, we were in the club. Harry always held my hand tightly, and he checked over his shoulder constantly to make sure I was still there. I looked around in awe, seeing a bar off to the right. In the middle of the building, the floor dipped down a bit, and that's where the dance floor was. There was a large throng of people swaying to music, and to me, it looked like one giant puddle of people, moving at different angles and rates. The music was so much louder inside, and I knew that if Harry spoke to me, there was no way I could hear him.

There were also people everywhere I looked. Most of the guys looked dangerous, being some part of a gang. And the women were, for the most part, here for the men. You know what I mean by that.

Harry guided me around the dance floor, easily maneuvering his way around people. We just passed by two girls who were giggling madly over something on one girl's cell phone. They each had a bottle of beer in their hands. They were most likely drunk. I knew that when I got drunk, I got the giggles. I wasn't an angry drunk—I laughed at practically anything.

But I would never get drunk in a place like this. Who knows what could come out of it?

Harry then led us up some stairs, leading to the upper part of the building. The people on this part of the club looked like they weren't just here to dance. Most of the men looked really dangerous, and they regarded Harry with a simple nod. They were, too, scared of him, but they tried to hide it. And there weren't as many women up here either.

He turned to the right, leading me to an area with a half circle of bright red futons. I quickly noticed the two men from earlier—the ones who took me to Harry the other day. They were seated down, along with two other guys. When they saw Harry, the one with brown hair and bright blue eyes sprung up and came to Harry with a huge grin. For some reason, the grin didn't match his dangerous appearance. He, too, wore the signature jacket of One Direction.

"Harry!" The man greeted, and Harry let go of my hand to clasp his hand tightly. This was an obvious sign of mutual respect. "I'm glad you made it, mate!" This guy also had a heavy British accent.

I waited for the man to turn to me and say something. But he only put his hand on Harry's shoulder and led him to a spot for him. They sat down and immediately struck a conversation. Harry's smile disappeared into a solemn expression as he spoke with the guy. I wondered what they were talking about.

Feeling awkward, I stood there; my eyes straying back to look over the railing. Curious, I turned my back to Harry and stepped closer to it, putting my hands on the cool metal. I peered down at the entire building, seeing a stand made especially for the DJ.

I felt so out of place here. Never in a million years would I ever predict that I would step a foot in here. Then again, I never thought I'd become involved with a gang either but look what happened.

When I heard my name being called, I looked over my shoulder to see Harry looking at me expectantly. I then noticed a girl with long brown hair perched on the man sitting next to Harry. She wore a white, simple dress, and was currently laughing at something the man said.

I made my way over to Harry, stepping right in front of him. He grabbed my wrist and tugged me onto his lap, his hands latching around my waist. My cheeks reddened at this, and I glanced around, feeling uncomfortable that Harry was doing this in front of so many people. However, he didn't seem to notice. In fact, he began talking to another boy of One Direction. I didn't really listen to what they were saying; I was too busy looking around at this entirely new world.

And there I sat for a long time. Harry didn't talk to me once, but his hands sometimes went from my waist to lie on my thigh. He would rub soft patterns almost soothingly. I liked to think of him doing this to somewhat keep me calm, to be nice, but I figured that maybe he just liked the feel of my jeans. Harry doesn't seem like the kind of guy who even cared if I was comfortable or not.

And suddenly—a loud noise erupted from downstairs. I heard people start to scream as I heard shouting, too. I felt Harry stiffen behind me, along with the rest of the boys.

I thought I heard the man next to me ask Harry, "Do you think that's him?"

Harry replied, "It can't be. He wouldn't dare come here."

I glanced over to see the girl perched on the other man's lap looked terrified. When she began to look my way, I quickly looked away, noticing people clearing out the door.

What was happening?

I could almost sense the fear lingering in the air. I could taste the panic enveloping all the people in the club. But Harry seemed completely calm about the entire situation—skeptical almost.

I was too busy trying to look over the railing to notice the man running from our far left. But I was suddenly shoved up by someone, and flung over someone's shoulder. Stunned, I didn't even have time to yell before the person was running with me hanging on their shoulder. They tried keeping me balance on their shoulder, but I had a feeling they weren't worried about me falling. My well-being wasn't their top priority.

I began struggling when I saw Harry starting to chase us. The look on his face was…well, to put it nicely, scary. The rest of One Direction were behind him, yelling things out loud. I still couldn't hear anything over the loud music. Apparently the Dj forgot to turn his stereo off.

I knew the stairway was over to the right. The man carrying me was going in the wrong direction. So when he came to a stop and turned around, I knew it was the end of the line.

I was now staring at the wall, my butt now facing Harry and the group. Right now, fear had overwhelmed my senses. Everything came so slow to me at this point in time, even my breathing.

"If you even think about hurting her, I'll fucking kill you." Harry's deadly composed voice said over the music.

If I was the man, I'd be peeing myself.

Notes

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