Over Again (Harry Styles/One Direction)

Emily Rose was just your normal 17 year old with a lot of responsibilities. She went to school and worked at a coffee shop to earn money for her ill father, a retired cop. Lately she's been feeling like her life was boring and repetitive this was until one day former gang member Harry Styles came into the shop. They had an instant connection, but what happens when gang members, sickness, death, and drugs are doing everything they can to tear them apart?


12. The taking

Over Again

Chapter 12:

Emily's P.O.V

I've spent all day cleaning around the house. Dishes were washed, laundry was folded, dinner was cooked and I was fucking beat. These were the things I had to do for my father daily. I still remember the night of the accident.

My father was a cop a good one at that. He was strong bright and wouldn't ever let anyone take advantage of him. But one night he was undercover trying to buy drugs from some dealer but was found out fast. They fought and my father was thrown on the ground hard and now after all the elbow hand and leg surgery he can't always do the things he use to. Now he actually found his true passion, writing. Which obviously didn't require much physical effort. I love my father and all but everything from my mothers death and his accident I had become a daughter/mother/and housekeeper.

Just finishing everything I went to the living room to watch a movie but just as I was about to sit down.

"Em!" My dad called from his room.

I sighed and walked to his room opening the door slightly. He was on the computer his glasses settled on his nose probably working on one of his stories. He looked up at me a slight smile on his face.

"Could you get me some coffee from the shop?" He asked. I honestly had the erg to role my eyes but thought against it and nodded before grabbing my jacket putting on a small gray beanie and headed outside.

After I got the coffee from the shop I headed home. The cold air hit my cheeks instantly making them flush pink. I was freezing and wanted to get back to the heated house as soon as possible.

As I walked I felt a warm hand slap me hard on my ass. I was not in the mood for this shit so I turned around angrily staring at the guy who had just touched me. He had to be about twenty short hair Tribal tattoos covered his forearms. His dark brown eyes filled with anxiousness.

"Hello sweet cheeks I'm Marcus whats your name?"

I flipped him off turning on my heels but was pulled back by him grabbing my arm crushing me into his chest forcefully.

"I asked for your name bitch I suggest you tell me" He growled in my ear.

"Let go of me!" I yelled trying to brake free but his grasp got tighter which I knew would leave me an awful bruise later. He was pulling me into a dark alley making me drop the coffee on the floor. Frankly I was trying my best to get away from him. Kicking and screaming but it was no use he was determined and twice my size.

I started to tear a bit then. Hopefully he ll just do what he wants and let me go. I did not want to die in this alley and be the headline on tomorrow's newspaper as the girl who couldn't get away fast enough.

Please someone help me
Please help someone

I repeated these in my head. I tried to say it out loud but when I opened my mouth nothing came out. My throat was raw and my voice completely gone as I was pushed up into the dirty walls while this guys hands started to rip the buttons off my jacket. Tears were streaming down my face because I knew my fate. I didn't know if I'd ever see my dad again, my house again.

I started to think about Harry wishing he was here to save me. I tried to distract myself letting my mind take me to another place where this isn't happening. A place where me and Harry are lying together on his bed close. But I felt myself back in reality as soon as Marcus got my jacket off and he started to pull at my jeans. One hand got the zipper down while the other held on to my neck chocking me a bit. I started to get light headed as I felt his eager hand start to go down my pants.

"Make a noise and you die slut."

Why is this happening to me-

I suddenly saw a figure behind the guy I thought It was one of his friends about to touch me too but the figure held up his hand moving his pointer finger to his lips as a sign to be quite.

Too lost in the feeling of the hand on my throat getting tighter and tighter I started to get dizzy and then everything went black.

((((((Sorry I haven't updated in so long but I hope you liked this chapter comment what you think :)))))))))

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