I took a deep breath.
"Now Harry. You know what I want."
"No Dad I don't."
"Yes....you do." He pointed to her then me.
"Your really sick and twisted."
"Excuse me?!" He slapped Brisa.
"No!! Don't!!! Don't touch her!!" He kept slapping her. "Please stop!!"
"Why Harry? Because you love her?"
"Dad." He held his hand up in the air.
"Take off her clothes."
I was on the beach. I need to get to my body. I ran into the forest and I ran straight to the clearing.
I found the pond and I didn't hesitate to jump in. I was in the big air bubble again.
I woke up. Yes woke up. I wasn't outside of my body again. Harry was telling his dad to stop. Stop what? I opened my eyes a bit. Then somoene slapped me.
"Why Harry? Because you love her?"
"Now Harry." His dad commanded.
"Take off her clothes." What?!?!
I tried to move my arms but they were tied to something. But what? What was I laying on? Where the fuck am I?!?!
I look at what I was tied to and it was a headboard for a bed. I was in a cold room. Really cold. There was stairs and Harry was near them.
"HARRY EDWARD STYLES!!!" His dad yelled. His dad walked over to him and pointed a gun to his head. "Now."
Harry had tears in his eyes. Then he really started to cry. I saw a feint glimmer of a little, helpless boy who was forced into all this.
"Your not 5 years old Harry. NOW GO FUCK HER!!!!" Harry's dad still had the gun pointed at Harry's head. Harry walked over to the bed.
Harry looked at me and I started to cry. I couldn't yell. I had cloth shoved in my mouth. And I couldn't move. My hands and legs were tied. My legs spreaded open.
"I'm so sorry Brisa. I'm so sorry."
"Harry. If you won't do it I will take all of her clothes off and then shoot her."
Harry looked at me. I nodded. I didn't want to die and I didn't want him to either.
Harry gently pulled down my pants. He atleast had the decency of not looking at my upper half.
He pulled down my underwear too. I was so cold. I saw Harry take off his pants then his underwear. He had a boner.......
"On top. Now." Harry's dad instructed. I can't believe this is happening to me.
Harry climbed on top of me. His penis touching my leg. I winced at the touch. Then he went inside of me. A sickening pang was in my stomach. It started to hurt. I screamed/groaned. It hurt so much.
His dad was laughing loudly. He found this pleasing?
I looked at Harry and he was crying. I was sobbing. God please help. God please. Please help.
Harry stopped suddenly and when he released himself from me his penis had blood on it.
"Harry. You never said she was a virgin."
"FREEZE!!!!!" I heard. Then I heard a gun-shot. Harry fell to the floor.
The cloth slipped out of my mouth. I was loosening it while Harry was on me. "HARRY!!!!" I screamed. I heard another gun-shot and I felt an immense pain in my right thigh. I screamed.
Lastly I heard 3 more gun-shots. My sight was fuzzy. So was my hearing.
"CALL AN AMBULANCE!!!! WE HAVE TWO SEVERE INJURIES!!!!" A woman was yelling.
My eye sight went dark. And my hearing dissapeared.
Harry was on the beach.
"Harry!" I yelled.
"Brisa!!" He stood up and ran to me. We both hugged eachother. "I'm so sorry Brisa." His green eyes turned blurry. Then tears ran down his cheeks. Same with me.
"What's happening?" I asked.
"I don't know. I got shot right here." He lifted his shirt and showed me his left side. There was nothing there though.
"I got shot right here." I pointed to my right thigh. I couldn't feel anything.
"Do you want to go see what is happening?"
"Ya." I grabbed his hand, "Let's go."
We walked from the beach to the forest and to the clearing. We both jumped in holding hands.
"Harry?" My thoughts came out.
"What if we die?" I asked
"I hope we don't." He responded.
"Me too. I would miss sleeping and eating." He chuckled at my comment.
We floated gently to the top.
I was laying down. So I sat up and then I stood. My body was laying there on a table. Legs were open. Why were my legs open? I listened into the conversation the doctors were saying.
"We need to wait to see if she's pregnant. We will figure out afterwards. First off she needs to get that bullet out of her leg."
I was in a surgery room.
"Brisa?" Harry's voice. His real voice. The one that comes from his body. It was weak.
I walked over to the other surgery room. There was Harry with 2 bullet wounds in his left side.
"Harry!!!" I ran to his side and started to weep. "Harry..."
"Harry? Can you hear me?"
"Were losing him!"
"NO HARRY NO!!!!! STAY ALIVE!!!!" I begged and pleaded. God please don't kill him. Please.....please....please......please.....