His Slave

It's High school. It's were hate rises. But being a Freshman and sophomore Is the worst thing possible because Freshman and sophomore girls get to be slaves for the guys and do anything they want. I mean anything. It's not fair at all exposing girls like this but what you gonna do?

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7. I feel dirty

Harry grabbed me and threw on the couch. I tried to squirm out of his grip but he held on tighter on me. He sucked on my neck and I tried to swat him away from me. "Harry stop!!" I yelled at him. He didn't even budge. I'm so scared right now. I tried to push him off but he pulled his weight on top of me. I was silently crying because I couldn't do anything else. He started to grope my breasts and it started to really hurt since he's squeezing it really hard. I was starting to cry even more and I could here it. I was going to call Zayn but I remembered that Harry warned me about calling Zayn. He started to pull my pants along with my panties down until they reached my ankles. I kicked him in his "area" and he fell off of me. I Got up really quickly but was pulled down by Harry. Groaned while Harry climbed on top of me. I was full on sobbing and Zayn doesn't even hear me. Curse him for being a heavy sleeper. This day keeps getting worse and worse. What did I do to deserve this?! I guess I did something very horrible if God is making this happen to me. I was cut out of my thoughts when I felt something plunge into me. I screamed in pain since he didn't even give me a warning or let me adjust to it. I'm in so much pain its unbearable. I was slipping in and out of consciousness. The pain is to much for my body to handle.

"Harry get the fuck off me" I yelled He didn't even respond. He was on top of me pressing his lips against mine. I had an idea, but I wasn't sure it was gonna work. As he kissed me roughly I spit in his mouth. He pulled away.

"What the hell" he said and the was my cue. I ran upstairs to try in go inside Zayn's room. I was about to go inside when Harry grabbed me back and instead of going into Zayn's room I was now in his. I felt like bursting into tears. This is it I thought Harry is going to rape me. I always thought I was scared of Zayn, but now I realized I was scared of the wrong person. The person I should've been scared of was standing right in front of me. Harry.

"Well Ashley that was very naughty of you. Now you have to be punished Love" he said

"If you do anything to me Harry. I sware to---------" he cutt me off

"What are you gonna do tell Zayn? You know what go ahead. Tell him. He'd let me rape you anyway or even better he'd like to join in the action" Harry smirked

"No he he wouldn't" I stuttered

"Ohh really? Go ahead tell him Ashley lets see who's right" he answered

I didn't respond. Harry let out a chuckle.

"See Love I'm doing you a favor by not calling Zayn" He said sympathetically

He grabbed me tight and took my shirt off and began unbuttoning his pants. I shuttered as he took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. We were both now fully naked on his bed. He began sucking on my neck until he went all the way up to my mouth. I tried so hard not to let out a moan and give him the pleasure of it. He began fingering me and grabbing my legs. H got on top of me and began to thrust. He was now really hurting me, but then it turned to pleasure that I didn't want to admit. Once he was done he threw his clothes at me.

"You can go now" he said I quickly put on my clothes and left. I bega to sob once I was out the door. I entered Zayn's room trying to fight the tears falling from my face. I could be FUCKING PREGNET thanks to the fucking turd. I got into bed and began to sob quietly on the pillow. I guess Zayn heard me. Oh Now he hears me.

"What's wrong?" he asked

I wiped off the tears "Nothing" I replied

He looked at me and his face turned into a frown before I could say anything he held me into a tight hug. Which was kind of nice. I started to sob in his shirt and he kissed my forehead. He began singing lightly into I drifted into a deep sleep, but I was scarred for life thanks to the likes of Harry Styles

 

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