Dakota's POV

Alright. I just have to tell him. I have all my bags packed and Harry's going to get me. Nothing bad is going to happen. I repeat these words to do what most people call 'psyche up'. Or whatever they say. Something along the lines of that. The nerves are getting to me. I’m scared. I’ve never took a stand in my life. Especially not against someone who holds so much of it.

I hear the door slam shut signalling his arrival. My heart is ramming against my chest at the thought of my future action. This is really happening. I really am going to quit. Nothing's going to hold me back. Except for fear... And anxiety... And everything else. *sigh* I am dead.

Swallowing the fear, I walk out of my quarters and into the living room. Blaine stands tall talking on his phone. More like yelling. He screams at the man across the line. I pity the man holding the receiver to his ear. He hangs up and slams the phone on the coffee table. I really wish I made a letter of resignation, but he rips all the papers that have no value. That and he won't get the message until he hears it.

He turns to see me and smiles. On instinct, he comes and smashes his lips on mine, holding my face to his.I try to break free, but he wraps an arm around me. "I need this," He mumbles as he starts taking off my jacket. I push at his chest, getting him to dig his fingers in my sides. "Don't move."

I feel the familiar feel of tears pricking my eyes. I start squirming around and pulling away when he touches my neck. "Mr. Freeman, I came to say I quit." I squeak. My voice is so hard to understand when I'm crying. So I clear my throat and repeat it with a shaky voice. "Mr. Freeman, I quit."

He pauses for a second before chuckling, “Both me and you know that’s not true.”

“Blaine I quit!” I yell and push away from him. His surprise quickly turns into anger. Oh God. What did I just do? “I-I-I-” I stutter, not knowing what I should do. He doesn’t like it when I disrespect him.

He doesn’t yell or scream. He slaps me with lots of power making me stumble a step back. "You are not allowed to leave this house!" He finally yells. He slaps me again before punching my stomach. It sends all the air in my lungs out and me to the ground. "You beling to me!" He yells and kicks my side. I grunt and ball up into the fetal position. "You are mine!" He kicks me hard in the back. I feel a bone crack and I shriek in pain. "B*tch!"

He picks me up by the shirt so he can slap me. He holds my face close to his and growls, "I-I-I'm s-sorry." Tears are streaming down my face as he smashes his lips against mine. I squirm against his grip but he refuses to let go. 1-1-2. I have to. It has to work. I grab my phone out of my back pocket and glance down at my screen. I keep my eyes on the phone as he works on neck aiming to make hickeys. Seeing them pick up, I put it on speaker and try to pull away. "Help!" I cry and pull away.

"You little c*nt!" He yells and slaps me again. "There's no one to help you," he spits on my face. "F*ck." He swears when he notices me phone. He picks me up and slams me against the wall, "I'm going to kill you."

I feel his lips on my neck as I pass out.

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Beep Beep Beep Beep

I know for a fact that the beeping is not my alarm clock. My eyelids seem to have bricks taped to them making it impossible to open. The only thing that my senses pick up are noises. Starting with the beeping. Behind that is faint snoring and something breathing near my head. The warm breath is barely registered until the face breathing snuggles into my neck. Panic washes over me. Who’s touching me?!

Fear makes me open my eyes. On the chair snoring is the blond one. I look down and see Harry half on a chair and half on the bed. His torso up is next to me and everything below is sort of sitting on the chair. His glasses are off and the gel is wearing off so his curls are starting to show. When did he get here? When did Niall get here? Why is Niall here? How did Harry know to come? Are the others here?

Harry moves his head and lands near my ribs making me shriek in pain. Hit a broken one probably. Harry shoots up and Niall stirs. “Dakota?” Harry frantically asks. “Are you okay?” I shake my head and put a hand on the rib he hit. “Niall get a nurse,” He orders and the sleepy head starts walking out.

“Do you need anything?” He asks and sits on the bed, calming down a little bit. I shake my head and he sighs in relief. He brings me into a hug pressing my head against his chest and sitting me on his lap. “I was so worried. When the nurses called me. I stayed here and called up the boys. The rest are in the cafeteria. Except Niall who you just saw leave."

I snuggle into his chest and close my eyes. The last images of Blaine flashes through my eyes before I had passed out. Tears fall from my eyes silently. "What happened after I passed out?"

Harry tenses for a second before holding me tighter, “Theysaidthathewasrapingyou.” He blurts out fast, but slow enough for me to hear. Tears come more harshly and Harry attempts to soothe me. “Shh. I know. That b*stard got what he deserved though.”

I look up into his eyes wanting to know what had happened. “What happened to Blaine?” I ask through my cracking voice.

“He’s in jail. A trial isn’t really necessary in his case when they caught him in the act, but they’re still putting him in court to see how long he should be in there,” He says making me sigh.

“What’s going to happen to me?” I ask and rest my head on his chest.

“What do you mean?” He asks with confusion laced in his voice.

I sigh once before I explain, “I’m a minor Harry. He was my kinda sorta guardian. Who’s going to watch over me? They’re going to send me back to my parents. I can’t go back there Harry!” I scream with tears welling up in my eyes.

He kisses the top of my head. "I won't let them take you away from me. I promise."

"What do you mean?" I ask wiping my eyes with my hand. I hardly noticed til now that I'm wearing a hospital gown. Of course I am, I'm a patient in a hospital. I hope a lady dressed me.

Harry looks down to me, "You're turning eighteen in two months. I can be your legal guardian until then."

I look up and meet his loving gaze. His smile is contagious. I can't help, but mirror his face. "Thank you," I smile and kiss him. He freezes for a second, but soon kisses back. I love the way his lips are warm and doesn't try to force anything. He simply holds me close and kisses me softly. When I pull away and nuzzle my head in his neck. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I know what you feel," He says as he plays with my fingers. "I don't care what others say right now. You're my world."

I let out a small laugh. I've only been on one date with him, but he's acting like my boyfriend. Wait, is he my boyfriend? This is all so new to me. That's a problem for later. I'm in his arms and he cares for me. I think I might love him.

I love how he's the only one that can make me smile just by being there. I love that I can be myself around him. I love how he doesn't expect much from me. I love how kisses me softly. I love how he makes everything seem okay. I love him.

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