Healed (Harry Fanfic)

Chapter 3

Every part of my being was telling me to turn around and go back to Harry. To have him hold me and tell me it was okay that I was feeling this way about him.

But I couldn't do it. I just kept walking home. I wasn't even sure if school was over and I'd probably get in trouble but I didn't care. I just had to get away from him. Clear my mind and know that I can't get close to anyone again.

I gasped as my foot caught on part of the sidewalk sending me falling. This time no one caught me though. I scraped my hands catching myself. I sucked in a breath at the pain and was surprised to feel it at all.

All of a sudden I was yanked up by arm roughly and painfully. I cried out as I was dragged into the alley I had fallen in front of. The consequence was a harsh slap to the face. At least I knew it wasn't Harry.

A large hand covered my mouth and I was pushed against the wall. I could already feel tears welling in my eyes as I actually felt fear course through my body.

"Now I have you," A gruff angry voice said. His other hand traveling down my waist and grabbing my ass. I whimpered, this wasn't happening.

"Before your little boyfriend got in the way... Not this time," He continued, tugging on my shirt and lifting it slightly. What was he talking about? I didn't have a boyfriend.

But I did know what he was talking about. When I was walking home from the funeral. The two guys... The one with the curly hair... Then it clicked. It was Harry. And I didn't see them the second time because Harry had taken the man away.

He saved me.

But he wasn't here this time.

The mans hands managed to rip part of my shirt, grabbing things he shouldn't, kissing every place his lips could reach harshly. I felt disgusting with this mans hands all over me. All I wanted was for it to stop. I was already crying. But I couldn't find my voice to scream, I was terrified.

Then he was gone. I looked up to see Harry on top of the man pounding his fists into him again and again. It scared me slightly to see him like that.

"Harry!" I cried out, making his head snap towards me.

"Please, just take me home," I begged softly. Harry glared down at the man before standing up and quickly coming to me. He grabbed my hand and started walking out if the alley and to a parked car.

Harry was quiet the whole ride to my house, hands tightly gripping the wheel. I didn't have to tell him my address he already knew for some reason.

We pulled up into my driveway and sat there for a moment.

"Did he touch you?" Harry asked through gritted teeth. He had obviously seen my torn up shirt.

I kept my head down, "Through my clothes," I whispered.

I jumped as Harry banged on the wheel and turned to me, grabbing my waist and pulling me against him. There was that feeling again. It coursed through hot and electrifying. But I also felt safe. Like I knew Harry would do anything to protect me. And he just proved that to me. That rapist could have had a gun but he still saved me. He put his life before mine and he barely knows me. Which is how I knew he could protect me and I could trust him.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there sooner. If I had gotten there jus-" he began but I cut him off, "Don't blame this on yourself," I said seriously. Harry had no right to think this was his fault. We didn't know that was going to happen, we can't see the future. And I was the one who left school and started walking home alone.

"It wasn't your fault, at all. I'm just glad you got there before he could really do something," I said my voice barely above a whisper with the thoughts of what could've happened.

That man could have raped me if Harry hadn't come. I could be cold and alone and dirty in an alleyway with no way to get home because of the pain. My innocence could have been taken from me and I could have gotten an STD or pregnant.

Harry frowned but nodded, "Would you like to come in?" I asked. Harry simply looked at me.

"Please," I added in almost a whimper. I didn't want this feeling to go away and this time I wasn't going to let it. I haven't felt safe since Blake died and I craved the feeling. All the feelings Harry gave me I craved. And I wasn't going to be stupid and run from it this time. I would embrace it.

Harry nodded and we got out of the car. And as we walked towards the door I walked close to him, loving the feeling of being safe when he's around me and close to me. To make everything even better he wrapped his arm around my waist.

And for the first time in two and a half weeks, I smiled. It was small but it was there and it held a true sliver of happiness.

I opened the door and walked into the living room with Harry. He moved his arm when he saw my father and I was surprised. He didn't look like the kind to respect anyone unless he cared about them. My father and Jake looked up, their eyes zeroing in on Harry and I. I guess I really hadn't thought through the fact that my clothes were ripped up and it was a bit obvious something had happened. Harry wasn't the most innocent looking boy either.

My dad shot up from the couch and started marching towards Harry, a deadly look in his eye.

Just before he raised his hand, I spoke, "Dad, no!" I said quickly. My father froze on the spot his eyes widening as he stared at me as if I was an ancient creature. Then Jake was next to him looking at me too. But I ignored them turning toward Harry who looked confused but understandable. He obviously knew how it looked but that was the least of my concerns.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, concerned.

Harry nodded and then looked to my father, "I found her in an alley there was a man on her and he was..." He trailed off, deciding to skip that part, which I was happy about, "Anyway I took care of him and then I brought her here, sorry if it looked like I had done this to her, but I would never hurt her, sir," Harry said.

Dad had stopped staring at me and listened to Harry, Jake right next to my father. He looked like he was deciding whether or not he believed Harrys words. But Jake didn't seem to have to think twice as he shook Harry's hand and thanked him profously. But dad still looked unsure.

I stepped toward him and hugged him, "It's true, dad," I whispered. The second my voice flowed from my mouth, my dads arms wrapped around me tight as he held me close. I knew how he felt, his little girl was finally talking. Which meant to him I was getting better. And I guess I agreed.

"I believe you," he whispered back, his voice cracking slightly.

I smiled and pulled away. My father turned to Harry who was standing patiently watching. I hadn't forgotten he was here, how could I? I moved towards him, pressing my side into his as I stood next to him. He smiled down at me and it sent my heart beating. His dimples on display perfectly.

"Honey why don't you go get changed, while I talk to Harry for a moment?" He said. I bit my lip and looked at Harry who didn't look the slightest bit afraid. It wasn't like my dad had a mad look in his eye, I just didn't know what he was going to say.

Nonetheless I nodded and bounded up the stairs quickly. And as I got further from Harry, I began to feel how disgusting I felt inside. I began to feel the strangers hands all over my body, touhing me in places I haven't been touched and tears sprang to my eyes.

I grabbed a towel and ran to my bathroom turning on the water and jumping in immediately. The cold water making shiver as I felt it grow hotter. It burned my skin, but I let it. I wanted to wash away the mans hands and the feeling of ever being touched against my will. I scrubbed my body until it was all a tomato-y red.

I broke down in tears, sobbing and practically screaming as I recalled what happened. The way he ripped my shirt and slid his hand up to grab my breast. The way he cupped me in a place I never wanted to be touched for a while. And surely not by a stranger. I hadn't realised how long I'd been in the shower until the boys started banging on the door. That or they could hear me crying.

My father banged on the door pleading me loudly to get out. But I couldn't, I didn't want to leave the hot water scalding my skin. Then my brother tried. I figured Harry had gone home now. What did he have to wait for? Who would want me now? I was dirty and used.

"Isabella," Someone said. It wasn't my father or my brother. My heart picked up at the way my name rolled off his tongue in his deep raspy voice. I was already rising to my feet when he continued.

"Isabella, come out, please," He said softly. I stood there for a second. Every single part of me was already working before I could comprehend it. My hand turned the water off and I got out wrapping my towel around me. I stood at the door and put my hand on it. Wanting to hear his voice again.

"Come on, love," He whispered. I yanked the door open and stood before all of them red and crying. But my attention was on Harry. He looked like his heart shattered at the sight of me. He took me into his arms and held me there tightly as I sobbed into his shoulder. I made sure to keep a hold on my towel with one hand while the other held onto his curls at the nape of his neck.

I cried about everything that had happened in my life. My mom leaving, Blake dying, my friends leaving me, getting molested. Eventually Harry carefully picked me up, making sure to keep me covered, and followed my dad to my room. I was shocked when my dad and brother left us, closing the door behind them.

Harry set me on the bed and walked towards my dresser. I missed him immensly in just those two minutes he went and got me clothes and came back. By now I was shivering from not being under the hot water. Harry set the clothes on my bed and then came to kneel in front of me. He rubbed his hands up and down the lower parts of my legs, making goosebumps arrise. I shivered and he smirked.

"Get dressed, and I'll come back in," He said, standing up and leaving after I nodded. I quickly got dressed in the pajamas he took out for me, blushing when I put the undergarnments on. I opened the door when I was done and threw myself into Harry's arms. I didn't care how painfully obvious I was making it about how I felt around him, I didn't care. I just needed him.

Harry grabbed my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked in, shutting the door with his foot behind him. He sat down on my bed, making me bend my knees on either side of him, meaning I was straddling him. I burried my head in his neck and he wrapped his arms around me tight.

"Everything's going to be okay," He murmured, rubbing my back. I sighed, hoping in my head that his words were true. I really did. That's all I wanted, after everything that's happened to me, was for everything to be okay.

"There's food, we should go eat," He said pulling back from me slightly so he could see my face. His held my face in his big hands and wiped my excess tears with his hands. The sound of food made my stomach churn in a bad way. I hadn't had food in a little while so the thought of it upset my stomach.

I shook my head, "I'm not hungry."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and put his large hands on my hips. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he saw how close his pointer finger and his thumb were with my body inbetween.

He looked slightly angry now, but I could tell he was more worried, "You need to eat," He said sternly, standing up to his full height, making me look up. His eyes softened and he caressed my cheek, "For me," He whispered. My heart sped up and I felt myself nod without control.

Harry smiled, dimples and all and grabbed my hand. We walked downstairs and I led him into the kitchen where dad was just setting down three plates of food. My dad did a double take when he saw us both there.

"Are you eating?" He asked me, quite surprised. I simply nodded and my dad smiled a little. He quickly set up another plate and we all sat down and began to eat. I figured my dad had invited Harry to eat when they were talking while I was in the shower.

"We decided that Harry was going to take you to and from school now, because of what happened," Dad spoke up as he began to eat.

I nodded looking at the plate of spaghetti, my stomach churning in a displeasing way. I felt a nudge on my thigh and looked up. Harry was looking at me expectantly but I just shook my head at him. I really didn't want to. I just didn't have an appetite.

"Eat," he said.

I sighed, picking up my fork. And when I didn't do anything besides that he grabbed my hand making my heart jump. He twirled the fork in my hands in the spaghetti, making a decent amount form on the fork before he lifted it. He let go of my hand and watched me.

I glared at the food but brought it to my mouth nonetheless. I chewed slowly, tasting the food and surprising myself at how delicious I thought it was. Since when did dad cook?

All of a sudden there was the sound of choking and spitting. My head snapped up to see my father drinking his water desperately while my brother patted his back. My brother was also wiping his mouth and the table with his sleeve.

I couldn't help but giggle a little making Jake laugh. Harry just smiled and continued to eat his dinner. I continued to eat as well. I ate about half my plate before I sat back in my chair with a full stomach.

I felt Harry grab my hand for a second and then stood up taking our plates to the sink.

"Thanks for making dinner Harry," my dad said putting his plate in the sink too.

My eyebrows raised, "You made that?" I asked.

He chuckled, "Surprised?" He asked.

I smiled, "Kind of, but it's more believeable than my dad cooking," I said, following him into the living room.

"I heard that!" My dad said from upstairs.

"It was delicious," I said. I took a step closer to him, letting our chests come together.

Harry smiled, "I should get going," he said. I instantly frowned, stepping away looking down at the ground. I didn't want him to leave, ever. But I knew he had to at some point.

I nodded sadly. Harry suddenly took my hands in his and pulled me against him again. My heart quickened and my palms moistened slightly. I loved this feeling.

I looked up to meet his eyes as he spoke, "I'll see you in the morning," He said and kissed my forehead. I gasped lightly and slowly nodded my head. He let go of me much to my disappointment and left.

I touched my forehead, remembering how his lips felt. And suddenly I felt weak. Alone. Fragile. I wanted to cry. Why did he have to leave? Why was I so weak when he wasn't with me? Why did he make me so strong? Why?

Either way I liked it better when he was with me.

I bounded up the stairs and to my room, closing my door lightly and laid down in bed. I sighed, determined not to cry tonight. I shut my eyes and let my mind wander. Mostly about Harry. And before I knew it I was asleep.

*Dream*

I ran down the endless alleyway trying to find some way out. But it was like a maze. Endless roads and a million turns I could take that lead me no where. So I ran straight, hoping that would accomplish something.

It was dark and eerie and something didn't feel right. Maybe that's why I was running. I couldn't stop running no matter how hard I tried.

The amount of turns I could take became less and less. I took that as a good sign and ran faster. All of a sudden I rammed straight into a brick wall and cried out in pain.

A deep laugh was heard and I froze, petrified from fear. It wasn't almost like I was a puppet, with someone controlling me, making me not have a choice in my movements.

Footsteps were heard getting closer and closer. The fear in my heart grew. My breathing quickened and my palms became sweaty.

"I knew I would get you," A familiar voice said. My breath caught at the mans voice from earlier when he did things to me I'd never forget. I wanted to speak or cry out for help, but my puppet master wouldn't let me. Keeping my mouth shut.

The silhouette of the man was seen as he came closer and I could feel tears coming from my eyes. His hand gripped my hip tightly, but they were bigger than I remembered.

The man traced it up to my breast and squeezed harshly, making me squirm. The other hand was on my butt, squeezing there as well.

"Don't worry," he said, trailing off. But I noticed his voice was changing slowly. To something even more familiar. He unbuttoned my shirt and then my pants. He gently tore the shirt off but yanked my pants down harshly causing me to stumble.

And as he took the last step into the light, my eyes widened in horror at what I saw.

"I'll be gentle," he said. But this time his voice had changed completely. To a deep raspy voice I oh so loved. Harry stood there now, a look in his eye I didn't recognise and made my skin crawl horribly. He wasn't the Harry I had met earlier. That Harry saved me... And now this Harry was the one he should be saving me from....

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