Don't Let Me Go 16+

Harper hasn't had the easiest life, after her dad dies, she has only her mother.

One horrifying dark secret is made when her mother finds a new boyfriend.

Will a certain boy be able to change the way in which she feels, will she open up to him?

Can she depend, love and trust this guy?

WARNING: contains extremely detailed and graphic scenes for older audiences, (sex, rape, cursing and abuse)


43. Chapter 43

I feel his hands running down my legs, exploring the whole of my body, his hands are old and dry. They don't explore passionately, but aggressively. My body is pinned down along the grass as he slowly and agonisingly removes my clothes. Taking in my bodies appearance with piercing eyes. He has evil intentions. I feel his hands harshly move just above my pelvis creating harsh marks along my pale skin. But it's not long before he's inside of me and everything feels as though it's on fire. My soul feels as though it floats out of me, it feels as though I'm no longer inside of my body, this is what evil is. The last thing I see is his eyes. Full of greed and pure darkness watching over me.

I wake up in a start, covered in sweat, and gasping for breathe. Nightmares. I get them often. Zayn is awake shortly after, his masculine face full of concern and worry.

'Hey baby, you okay?' He hoarsely whispers.

I take a long moment to catch my breath.

'Yeah, I'm fine just need a some air, go back to sleep' I say soothingly, giving him a short sweet kiss of his defined jaw line. He returns a small smile and before long is fast asleep beside me.

The nights keep getting shorter. I was lucky to get more than a short five hours sleep a night. I was now six months along in my pregnancy and Zayn had been there every wonderful and unbearable moment of it.

I lay awake thinking of our future with our baby, and what it perhaps will be like. 'Our' baby, I always say, even though I know that it's really Dave's baby slowly growing inside of me.

I walk out into the kitchen, the apartment we have began leasing is rather old and small, the kitchen barely fits two people and the kitchen cupboard looks as though the hinges will give out at any moment. We planned to fix all the downfalls as soon as we moved in, but with the baby soon arriving, money is tight and has been cut short.

I grab a glass of ice cold water, and drink it all within the minute. The floor boards creak as I walk down the dark hall, stepping into bed. Zayn's arm automatically protectively wraps around me and holds me tight as I slowly drift of into a deep sleep, with Zayn softly snoring behind me.

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