Change Me ***EDITING***

When I smell the aroma of Molly's homemade chicken pasta, I finally take out my ear buds and force myself out of bed.
That run in with Harry earlier is still on my mind and I have no idea why, but I have every intention of pushing the thoughts out of my brain whenever they try to creep back in.
I walk into the kitchen where Molly is chopping away at some carrots.
"How was your shopping trip?" she asks me, as I sit down on the countertop.
"It was good. I got some summer clothes."
"Good. Why have you been hiding out in your room, missy?" she says humorously.
I shrug.
Just then Harry walks into the kitchen.
"Oh Harry! How are you? Do you need anything, dear?" Molly asks him sincerely.
"Uh, no. I was just coming to tell you I'm leaving for a bit. I'll be back later" Harry says, scratching the back of his neck.
He almost looks...Uncomfortable?
Why would he be uncomfortable? I know being here isn't exactly paradise, but it must be a little better then where he used to live if he ended up here...
Maybe he's not used to someone caring?
"Will you at least stay for dinner?" Molly asks, and Harry's eyes flicker over to me before he quickly looks away.
"Uh sure..." he half smiles at her, and Molly's face lights up.
I wonder why he's even here, but figure it would be rude to ask. So I keep my mouth shut.

We awkwardly ate in silence, no matter how hard Molly tried to make small talk, I don't think Harry and I were up for it.
I don't know why I'm in such a funk today, but I hope I snap out of it soon.
Harry leaves after we finish dinner, and it makes me wonder where he is going in such a hurry.
Maybe you should stop being so nosey my subconscious tell me, but I ignore her.

After watching a couple movies with Molly in the living room, I check the time.
It's almost midnight.
Pepper's closes at midnight and I promised Aaron I would help close up.
Molly is fast asleep on the couch, so I decide not to wake her. Instead, I cover her up with a blanket and tiptoe away as quietly as I can.
I slip on my boots and my jacket, and walk out the door.
Even though it's almost summer, it still gets really cold at night. I pull my jacket closed and hug my arms around myself. Luckily it's only a short walk to Pepper's.

I finally get there, and open the doors. I walk inside the warm bar, and as soon as I do I see Aaron stacking the chairs up.
He looks up and smiles when he sees me.
Im not going to lie. Aaron is attractive. He's got wavy black hair, dark brown eyes, and a charming personality. But he is twenty four, and I am seventeen. Besides, Aaron is my boss, nothing else.
"Hey Brooks! I just need help stacking the rest of these chairs, and then you're good to go." he tells me.
"No problem." I smile.
I start stacking the chairs on top of the tables, trying to get the work done as fast as possible so I can get home and go to sleep.
Pretty soon, there are no more chairs to stack and Aaron congratulates me on my fast work.

As I'm putting my jacket back on, Aaron walks up to me.
"Brooks, thanks for helping me out." he grins, putting his hand on my lower back.
Startled by his strange gesture, I take a step back, making his hand fall to his side.
"Uh-y-yeah, no problem. I should get home." I say, hoping my voice doesn't give away how weirded out I am.
"That's the second time you've said that today" he chuckles, taking a step towards me.
"Yeah well, I'm a pretty busy seventeen year old." I say, trying to subtly remind him of my age.
"Do you want me to drive you home?" Aaron asks, ignoring what I just said.
"I can walk. I don't live that far..."
"Nonsense. Its freezing out, I'll drive you" he says as if it is already decided.
To be honest, I would love a ride home. I really don't want to walk home in the freezing cold.
"Alright. Thanks." I say before I can stop myself.
He smiles and grabs his keys.
When we get outside to his car, Aaron unlocks it and I get in.
Aaron has taken me home before so he knows how to get there. The drive is short, and Aaron and I make small talk the whole way.
"You know, you're really beautiful." he says when we pull into my driveway.
I don't know if he is trying to come on to me, or just being friendly. Either way, it's making me uncomfortable.
"Uh, thank you. And thanks for the ride." I say, moving to open the door.
Before I can get the door open, Aaron pushes the lock button down.
"Not so fast, lets talk." he says, but with the way he moves his hand to my thigh, I can tell he wants to do more than talk.
"A-about what?" I stutter.
"For starters, those pretty lips of yours." he says lowly, bringing his finger up to trace the shape of my lips, while his other hand starts rubbing my thigh.
I am growing more uncomfortable by the second. I want to stop him, but I am frozen in place.
"A-aaron, stop." I say as forcefully as I can manage.
"Shhh. Lets enjoy this moment baby." Aaron whispers, grabbing me by my hips.
"No, I don't want this." I tell him, trying to pry his hands off of my hips. But that just makes him grip me tighter as he pulls me onto his lap.
"Stop, please!" I literally beg, as he starts sloppily kissing my neck while still holding me down on his lap.
He ignores me and continues, and I push his chest hard trying to get away from him.
"Stop. Resisting." he growls, grabbing both of my wrists in one of his hands, and my chin in his other hand.
I cry out at the harsh grip he has on me.
"Shh. You know you want this. Ever since you started working for me, I've seen the way you look at me." he whispers against my mouth, removing his hand from my chin and placing it on the button of my jeans.
He's wrong. I don't want this. I don't want to be raped. I wish I had never gotten in his car.
But all I can think to say is "Please, stop!" feeling hot tears pool in my eyes and spill down my cheeks.
Aaron doesn't, respond, he's too focused on unbuttoning my pants.
Oh god this isn't happening.
"Stop!" I scream, fighting like hell to remove my wrists from his grip.
But he is too strong.
I hear a car engine shutting off, then the sound of a car door closing.
I scream, hoping whoever just got out of that car can hear me.
Aarons cold fingers dip under my shirt, and he wriggles his fingers under my bra and grabs my breast hard.
I cry out in pain. I feel his bulge under my thigh. Inflicting pain on me is turning him on?
"Please let me go!" I cry.
This is it. He's going to rape me. I screw my eyes shut as Aaron's disgusting hand roams my body, more tears manage to spill from my eyes.
Suddenly, someone is banging on the window.
Aarons movements stop, and without even looking out the window to see who just saved me, I scramble off of Aarons lap and unlock the door, opening it and jumping out as fast as I can.
"Hey!" I hear Aaron yell as I run to the front door.
I hear the sound of the car door opening, and I turn around to see if Aaron is stupid enough to follow me.
I am surprised when I see Aaron being pulled out of the car. I am even more surprised when I see who is pulling him out of the car.
It's Harry.

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