Riley's POV:

My eyes shot open and I flung myself up from where ever I was in shock. I'm out of breath and I don't have pants on... just an oversized sweat shirt.

"Hello Riley, are you alright?" An unfamiliar face asked. I crawled myself into a ball and shook my head.

"Who... Who are you?" I asked in fear. Where was I last? I vaguely remember a car ride to Harry's house... wait. There was a fight, and Seth took me somewhere... there was a camera and he said hew as taking pictures for.. "I need my phone!" I gasped looking around.

"Harry, get in here." The stranger shouted and in walked a worried Harry with a patched up face, followed by Zayn with an icepack, and then the rest of the boys.

"Is she alright bro?" Niall asked with his thick Irish accent. So that's Niall's brother?

"Harry, I need my phone or a computer. I need to check something." I sniffled panicking around the room. They all gave me a sad look and Liam shook his head.

"That's not a good idea." He whispered.

"Alright boys, get out of here. I need to give her a proper exam. I'm Dr. Greg Horan, can we have a chat?" He asked showing me his hospital ID. I nodded my head slowly and pushed my blonde hair aside. All the boys exited the room aside from Zayn and Harry, but I wasn't complaining.

"Does anything hurt in particular?" He asked pulling out a bright light and shining it in my eyes.

"My head a little.." I groaned pushing the light out of my eyes. "And my back." I sniffled turning around to reveal my back to him. I heard Harry suck in air between his teeth and Zayn let out a large sigh.

"Alright well there will definitely be some bruising there, and I think you have a mild concussion." He shared, pulling out two small containers of pills. "Take these twice a day, everyday for a month." He prescribed me.

"Thanks." I sighed, settling down on the ground.

"One last question that I have to ask... Did Seth... did he..." his voice trailed off and I let a few tears stream down my face.

"Yeah... he did." I said wiping my eyes. I've now been raped twice. How many people in the world can say that? Not many.

"Alright, here is the morning after pill." He sighed handing it to me. "I'd like to see you again next week, is that alright?" He asked walking towards the door.

"Yes." I responded.

"Alright, if you need anything Niall has my number. Feel better." He sighed before stepping out the door. I now realized we were in Harry's basement again. I felt Zayn and Harry looking at me and I couldn't help but start crying.

"I need my phone, I need to see if he posted any--"

"He did." Harry interrupted me.

Just like that, my whole world turned upside. Everyone that ever knew me, was going to think of me differently. They were going to talk about me, call me names, I'll probably get kicked off the dance team now too. My parents will...

My parents.

What are they going to do when they hear about this? I started crying, and not just a little. Crying so hard that it physically hurt.

"My life is over." I cried and completely meant it. Both of them gave me pleading looks and I swear I was going to vomit.

"You can't care what other people--"

"Harry! Just stop fucking saying that! Do you know what everyone at school is going to say about me? What my parents are going to do to me? I'll probably never be allowed out again!" I screamed and noticed something light up on the table in the distance. I leapt for it and grabbed it, running to the other side of the room.

"Riley, don't put yourself through this." Zayn shouted, coming after me. I kept maneuvering myself around the room and logging myself onto the website. Pictures of me, laying on concrete in a bra and underwear are plastered on every corner of the page.

"No..." I whispered, reading the comments.

Adam Smith: Always new Riley was a whore! I wonder if she'll give it up for me?
Ellie Troy: Omg funniest thing I've seen all day. Does she think she's a playboy model?
Dixie Jones: Probably photoshopped, her rack isn't that big.
Cody Rogers: Chill everyone, is it the first time you've ever seen a girl in a bra and underwear?
Aaron Saunders: This is a dream come true.

Zayn snatched the phone out of my hands before I could read anymore comments. Inside my head I was thankful the pictures weren't too graphic, but they're still totally damaging.

"Give--it---back." I sobbed thrashing at him for my phone. I had never felt like this before, I was losing all control. "Zayn, fucking give it to me now! I swear to god I'm going to kill you!" I screamed jumping at him, but he already tossed it to Harry who slammed in against the wall.

"Why did you do that!??!!!?!?!?" I screamed dropping to the floor and crying. That's all I could do, cry.

"Riley... I'm so sorry." Harry whispered coming down to my level.

"Did you mean it?" I asked looking into his eyes.

"Mean what?" He asked.

"When you said you loved me earlier, did you mean it?" I asked, wiping my eyes. His face went blank and he scratched the back of his head.

"I never said that, Riley. But--" I put my hand over his mouth to stop him. Could things get anymore humiliating?

"I said it, Ri." Zayn whispered coming down to both me and Harry. "You're still my best friend and I thought you couldn't hear me, so I said it." He admitted. I decided I had been embarrassed enough tonight, and collapsed into Zayn's open arms. I cried into his chest, and he rested in hand on my back.

"Take me home, please." I begged as he stood up to walk me out.

"You can't leave Riley!" Harry pleaded. "I'm so sorry this happened, I should have thought this through after the last time something like this happen--" He stopped himself and my eyes grew wide.

"The last time this happen? You mean you have ruined someone else's life in the past as well?" I gasped sarcastically at first, but the look on his face alone told me that I hit the nail on the head. Harry ruins people. Instead of begging him for details, I let out another loud sob.

"Let me explain, please." Harry begged taking my hand. Zayn stepped in front of me and shook his head.

"Thats enough for tonight, mate. She's got a long few days ahead of her." Zayn reminded him before scooping me up bridal styles and carrying me to my house.

"Zayn... my parent's are going to kill me. Everyone at school is going to make fun of me, I'll never get into a good college if they see this..." I sobbed, holding onto him tightly.

"We can fix this, me and you." He suggested. He quietly carried me up to my bedroom and helped me get changed into my shorts and t shirt for bed.

"Zayn?" I whispered while he stood by the door.

"Hmm?" he asked taking a step towards me.

"Can you... Can you please sleep over tonight? I don't want to.. I don't trust myself to be alone." I cried, and he gave me a frown.

Without a word, he slid off his shoes and rummaged around the room for an old pair of sweat pants that he left at my house a while back. When he found them, he slid under the blankets with me and held me close to him.

"It's going to be okay, I promise." He whispered.

"I love you, best friend." I cried, slowly closing my eyes, praying that my dreams would be better than the nightmare of a life I was going to wake up to.

Notes

poor Riley :( she's in some deeeeeep shit.
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