Keep Me Warm
Chapter 5
*Sophie's POV*
It's been two days since I got out of the hospital, and I've never felt more attatched to Harry. Everthything he does, everything about him makes me happy. He tries to help me overcome what happened, and I know I couldn't get through this withought him. He tries not te act different with me, and I think that is what really helps. The way I catch him looking at me when he thinks I'm not paying attention bothers me though. I feel like he's always fearful and worries about what I'm doing. Sometimes I can see that he's pondering whether to ask me something or not, but he always stops himself. Not once as he asked me about what happened. He deserves to know, and I think I'm finally ready to talk about what happened.
Harry has been very supportive of my decision to go to the police station and give a statement. I had used a rape kit and Harry had kept what he'd scraped from my nails and handed everything over as evidence. The policeman brought me into a room and recorded the entire statement. I was scared to go in the room by myself and I had already decided that I wanted harry to sit with me. The policeman had said it was okay, and before Harry could say a word to protest, I grabbed his hand and slowly walked into the room. It was a fairly small area, and when the door closed I began felling very claustrophobic.
*Flashback*
The pressure from standing on my feet all day had caused my feet to be sore. My shift had started early in the morning, so it was only a quarter to 6. I stared over at my last table, hoping they would finish soon so I could finally leave. My shift ended 15 minutes ago, but the old couple still chatted as they smiled brightly. I couldn't help but smile as I watched them. They were so happy and in love. I nearly jumped over the counter when I saw the old man raising his hand, getting my attention for the check. I gave a warm smile as I gave it to them walked back towards the counter. I waited until I saw them walking to the register, then slowly made my way back to the table to get my tip.
My eyes widened as I spotted a fifty dollar bill sitting on the table. They were just walking out the door as I rushed to them.
"Sir, I believe you made a mistake. This is fifty dollars." I said as I held out the money, waiting for him to take it.
"Oh no, Sweetheart, that wasn't a mistake," The woman piped in as her eyes sparkled happily.
"That's very generous, but I can't take it. This is too much." I said still with my arm extended.
"No, I insist." The man said smiling largely then turning and pushing the door open for his wifte. He then led her out holding her hand.
"Thank you!" I yelled cheerfully as I stuffed the money in my pocket and walked back inside to take the dishes.
I smiled again when I saw my good friend Matt at the table, clearing the dishes for me. He always was doing things to try and help me out. Generosity was just a part of his nature I guess. He looked up with his piercing light blue eyes and smiled when he saw me. Looking at him and his tanned skin next to his perfect, straight white teeth and light brown hair styled with the perfect quiff, I couldn't deny that he was attractive. Still, I had never really thought of him in any way other than a friend.
"You really didn't have to do that." I smiled, helping him collect the last bit of dishes.
"I know, but I wanted to. My shift just ended so I figured I'd help out a bit." His eyes sparkled as he looked up at me when he said this.
"That's very nice of you. My shift ended a bit ago, thank goodness for that." I had felt tired all day, but when my shift ended, I felt completely awake and energized.
"Yeah, you can say that again. I'm starving, do you want to go somewhere to grab a bite." We'd done this many times before, so the question wasn't awkward for either of us.
"Anywhere but here," I laughed, " but can we stop by my flat first, It looks like a toddler dumped his dinner all over me." He laughed, observing the various stains on my shirt from my clumsiness and nodded.
I was glad that I wouldn't have to walk back to my flat like I normally did. It wasn't that far from the restaurant, but walking on sore feet in the dark ally ways was unsettling and walking saved gas. We pulled up to my flat ,and I told him he could come inside while I changed. He agreed and we both went inside where I put on my favorite, comfortable dress and let my hair down. I was thinking about where Harry was as the blonde waves fell to the small of my back and I gently brushed out the tangles. I didn't even look in the mirror, not caring what I looked like. Trying to brush off any worries about Harry, I walked out to find Matt siting on the couch waiting as his eyes widened slightly when he saw me.
"What?" I said self conciously, looking down to examine my appearance. He noticed my concern and quickly shook his head
" No. No... Uh... You.. It's just that you... look really beautiful." He said shyly, looking away in embarrassment out of fumbling over his words.
"Thanks, Matt." I blushed. I didn't understand it. How could someone so ridiculously attractive be so shy and quiet.
I grabbed my purse and we both walked out of the flat. I locked the door behind us and then we headed to the car. He asked where I wanted to go, and I thought a minute before responding. Anywhere with a burger was fine with me. I was really hungry, He laughed when I told thim this and agreed. We pulled up to nice looking place that was in front of a beautiful forest. I had never been here before, so I was excited to try it out. I reached for the door handle, but he stopped me before I got to it.
"No!" He laughed."I've got it." I smiled rather largely and laughed as I watched him walk around and open the door.
"Why thank you kind sir," I joked as he smirked in amusement.
We walked in the restaurant where we were then directed to a boothe for two. I looked around nervously, feeling completely underdressed for the low lighting of the beautiful area. We talked and laughed for awhile, but it was shortlived. My ex boyfriend Chris approached us and I immediatley felt my stomach drop and my body tense. He pushed me into the inner part of the booth and took a seat. I was surprised to see a look of anger come over Matt.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He said with an angered on his face. I could tell that the way Chris had pushed me bothered him
"I'm taking a seat, what the fuck does it look like I'm doing, Pretty Boy?" Chris snapped back. Hearing his voice made my entire body freeze.
After seeing my reaction to Chris's presence, Matt softened his expression and stood up. Chris stood up also, and I couldn't help but notice their height difference. Matt was about 6'1" and quite fit while Chris was problably 5'8" but noticibly more roughly built that Matt. To my surprise, Chris looked rather intimidated.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Matt said calmly.
Chris looked him up and down for a second then shot him a nasty look before walking away. I watched as Matt sat back down and smiled as if none of that had just happened. I couldn't help but burst to burst out in laughter. I couldn't rap my head around how Chris had backed off so easily and for some reason it was funny to me. Anyone who knew the background of that relationship would have been concerned with me laughing, but Matt just looked at me with a confused expression then began chuckling himself.over my reaction.
"Who was that guy?" The smile faded from his face as curiosity overtook his expression.
"Just and old boyrfriend, he's not very nice as you can tell;" I laughed, but I ended my fake smile when I looked up to see him with a look of concern.
"Did....Did he always treat you like that?" He asked hesistantly, referring to the way he roughly pushed me into the wall at the end of the booth.
I looked down at the table shamefully a nodded
"Did he... Did he hit you?" I could hear the anger towards Chris in his voice even though he was trying to sound as calm and comforting as possible.
Silence. Silence is what answered his question. I was still looking down at the table, but I knew he was staring at me. My eyes began to water, so I calmly lifted my hand and combed the fron of my hair back until I was resting my forehead in the palm of my hand. He stood up and walked around to my side of the table and sat down, wrapping his arms around me and holding me there. a few seconds later I broke down. I turned around and pressed my face to his chest and began sobbing. I tried to make my breathing as steady as possible, but the julting of my body let him knew how bad Chris had hurt me. We stayed there for awhile until I composed myself a little.
"Would you like me to take you home?" He whispered, moving his chin off my forehead and down to my ear.
I nodded as I prepared myself to speak.
"Yeah, Do you mind if I go to the Washroom? I said faintly, sniffling slightly as let me out.
I stood in front of the sink and grabbed a tissue to dry my eyes. I was so embarrassed. I should have just lied and told him no. I was really starting to like him, but he'd probably want nothing to do with me now. After the puffiness in my eyes had reduced, I walked back out of the bathroom to look for Matt. I assumed he was waiting for me at the booth, so that was the direction I was headed when I felt someone grab me. He covered my mouth as I tried to yell 'help' . I fought as hard as I could, yet despite my efforts, my legs were knocked from under me and my feet dragged across the floor as I was tugged to the back exit.
I wasn't facing the person who had me, and no matter what I did to try and escape, he continued to pull me. I bit the shit out of his had and he growled in anger and frustration. The last thing I saw clearly was an elbow quickly coming towards my face, momentarily knocking me out at the contact. My vision became even more unclear as the blurriness of my sight added to the complete darkness. Silence that surrounded me and all I could hear was rushed steps crushing sticks and heavy breathing as I was coming in and out of cosciousness.
I felt my body being thrown down to the ground, then the dirty hands began to rip apart my dress. I still faught, weakly pushing his hands away hitting at everything I couldn't see. I felt my bra being removed, then rough hands cupped both of my breasts, agressively pushing as he panted above me. I tried to scream again, begging for him to stop and let me go, but no sound would escape me. My arms gave out and stopped fighting. My entire body froze when I felt his hands meet my underwear, ripping them off of me then groping me. He stuck one of his fingers inside of me as cringed in pain, then found strength to try and crawl away. My knees slid across the ground. I felt my skin tearing as he grabbed my ankles and pulled me back to him.
I gasped for air as my chest hit the ground hard and knocked the wind out of me. I couldn't move no matter how hard I tried. Then I felt it. He pushed into me hard, and it was the worste pain I'd ever felt. I felt his hot breath against my neck, making it feel sticky with sweat and filth. Still, I never saw his face, and if I had, I couldn't recall it no matter how many times I tried. I laid there with my body completley limp in a state of shock as the man pumped harshly in and out of my body, taking away my innocence and draining me of my happiness, trust, and hope. I wondered if I was going to die, and if he was going to kill me, I wished he had already done it.
The last thing I remembered before getting home was running. Running as fast as I could with bare feet on sharp rocks, but nothing was going to stop me. Not even a bullet.
*End of Flashback*
*Sophie's POV*
I told the policeman everything that I could remember as Harry held my hand. He comforted me as best he could whenever my emotions got the best of me. When I got to the part where he caught me again, I broke down, then continued, looking down at my lap. I continuously tried to avoid seeing the expected look of pain and horror on Harry's face. Once I had finished the man told me I could go, so I tried to rush out as quickly as I could. I wasn't sure what I was running from, but I just had to get out.
When we reached the outside, I was swung around and grabbed tightly in a hug by Harry.
"No one is ever going to hurt you agian." He whispered sofly.
I believed that he wouldn't let anyone hurt me, and I knew that he would protect me and wanted to keep me safe. The only one who could hurt me right now was him, and I realized that my worst nightmare now would be losing him. I shuddered at the thought of him leaving or something happening to him. I love you. Why couldn't I say it? It was three simple words that I was more sure of than I'd ever been in my entire life. I loved him more than I had ever loved anyone. I knew that now wasn't the right time, and I didn't want him to feel obligated to say it back because of the state I was in. I was going to wait until he was ready to hear it, and someday I was going to work up the courage to say it.
*Harry's POV*
Holding her there in my arms, I thought about what she had just revealed in that room. My eyes began to water, and I held her tight as I tried my best to stay strong and composed. I had to be the strong one for her so that she could get through this. Part of the tears were made of anger, I was angry. Angry at the repulsive, pathetic excuse of a man who had done this to her, but mosty angry at myself. I wasn't there to protect her when I should have been.
The next few days were pretty rouch. She couldn't evern sleep in her own bed, but don't get me wrong, I love her staying with me. Yesterday the police department called with news, but she just hung up the phone. Third time in the same day. The horrified look on her face when I told her I was going to the store to get food is still burned into my brain. I was putting on my jacket in the livingroom , and I had walked to the bedroom to get my keys when I saw her. Her eyes were wide with a look of pure terror and fear and she was nearly hyperventalating.
Upon seeing me she quickly tired to relax and hid what she had just shown, but I had caught a glimpse and I knew. How could I leave her like that? I layed down my keys, walking to the closet where I pulled out one of my hoodies and handed it to her.
"Would you like to come with me, Sophie?" I smiled and allowed a look awaiting a reply to come over my face, but I already knew the answer. She quickly nodded as the fear she was suppressing slowly dissapeared.
*Sophie's POV*
I cant bring myself to talk to the police right now, I have a lot of things on my mind right now. Every time Harry leaves the room I am afraid. I only feel comfortable when he is close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. He tried to go out to the grocery the other day, but I was so afraid that he asked me if he wanted to go. I went. Not even thinking about how he never gets a chance to be alone anymore unless he takes refuge in the loo. I'm tired of this, and I dont want to hold him back from his life anymore. I have to start pulling myself together. It happened and I can't change that.There's nothing I can do about it and I just want to forget that it ever happened and move on.
It's been two days since I got out of the hospital, and I've never felt more attatched to Harry. Everthything he does, everything about him makes me happy. He tries to help me overcome what happened, and I know I couldn't get through this withought him. He tries not te act different with me, and I think that is what really helps. The way I catch him looking at me when he thinks I'm not paying attention bothers me though. I feel like he's always fearful and worries about what I'm doing. Sometimes I can see that he's pondering whether to ask me something or not, but he always stops himself. Not once as he asked me about what happened. He deserves to know, and I think I'm finally ready to talk about what happened.
Harry has been very supportive of my decision to go to the police station and give a statement. I had used a rape kit and Harry had kept what he'd scraped from my nails and handed everything over as evidence. The policeman brought me into a room and recorded the entire statement. I was scared to go in the room by myself and I had already decided that I wanted harry to sit with me. The policeman had said it was okay, and before Harry could say a word to protest, I grabbed his hand and slowly walked into the room. It was a fairly small area, and when the door closed I began felling very claustrophobic.
*Flashback*
The pressure from standing on my feet all day had caused my feet to be sore. My shift had started early in the morning, so it was only a quarter to 6. I stared over at my last table, hoping they would finish soon so I could finally leave. My shift ended 15 minutes ago, but the old couple still chatted as they smiled brightly. I couldn't help but smile as I watched them. They were so happy and in love. I nearly jumped over the counter when I saw the old man raising his hand, getting my attention for the check. I gave a warm smile as I gave it to them walked back towards the counter. I waited until I saw them walking to the register, then slowly made my way back to the table to get my tip.
My eyes widened as I spotted a fifty dollar bill sitting on the table. They were just walking out the door as I rushed to them.
"Sir, I believe you made a mistake. This is fifty dollars." I said as I held out the money, waiting for him to take it.
"Oh no, Sweetheart, that wasn't a mistake," The woman piped in as her eyes sparkled happily.
"That's very generous, but I can't take it. This is too much." I said still with my arm extended.
"No, I insist." The man said smiling largely then turning and pushing the door open for his wifte. He then led her out holding her hand.
"Thank you!" I yelled cheerfully as I stuffed the money in my pocket and walked back inside to take the dishes.
I smiled again when I saw my good friend Matt at the table, clearing the dishes for me. He always was doing things to try and help me out. Generosity was just a part of his nature I guess. He looked up with his piercing light blue eyes and smiled when he saw me. Looking at him and his tanned skin next to his perfect, straight white teeth and light brown hair styled with the perfect quiff, I couldn't deny that he was attractive. Still, I had never really thought of him in any way other than a friend.
"You really didn't have to do that." I smiled, helping him collect the last bit of dishes.
"I know, but I wanted to. My shift just ended so I figured I'd help out a bit." His eyes sparkled as he looked up at me when he said this.
"That's very nice of you. My shift ended a bit ago, thank goodness for that." I had felt tired all day, but when my shift ended, I felt completely awake and energized.
"Yeah, you can say that again. I'm starving, do you want to go somewhere to grab a bite." We'd done this many times before, so the question wasn't awkward for either of us.
"Anywhere but here," I laughed, " but can we stop by my flat first, It looks like a toddler dumped his dinner all over me." He laughed, observing the various stains on my shirt from my clumsiness and nodded.
I was glad that I wouldn't have to walk back to my flat like I normally did. It wasn't that far from the restaurant, but walking on sore feet in the dark ally ways was unsettling and walking saved gas. We pulled up to my flat ,and I told him he could come inside while I changed. He agreed and we both went inside where I put on my favorite, comfortable dress and let my hair down. I was thinking about where Harry was as the blonde waves fell to the small of my back and I gently brushed out the tangles. I didn't even look in the mirror, not caring what I looked like. Trying to brush off any worries about Harry, I walked out to find Matt siting on the couch waiting as his eyes widened slightly when he saw me.
"What?" I said self conciously, looking down to examine my appearance. He noticed my concern and quickly shook his head
" No. No... Uh... You.. It's just that you... look really beautiful." He said shyly, looking away in embarrassment out of fumbling over his words.
"Thanks, Matt." I blushed. I didn't understand it. How could someone so ridiculously attractive be so shy and quiet.
I grabbed my purse and we both walked out of the flat. I locked the door behind us and then we headed to the car. He asked where I wanted to go, and I thought a minute before responding. Anywhere with a burger was fine with me. I was really hungry, He laughed when I told thim this and agreed. We pulled up to nice looking place that was in front of a beautiful forest. I had never been here before, so I was excited to try it out. I reached for the door handle, but he stopped me before I got to it.
"No!" He laughed."I've got it." I smiled rather largely and laughed as I watched him walk around and open the door.
"Why thank you kind sir," I joked as he smirked in amusement.
We walked in the restaurant where we were then directed to a boothe for two. I looked around nervously, feeling completely underdressed for the low lighting of the beautiful area. We talked and laughed for awhile, but it was shortlived. My ex boyfriend Chris approached us and I immediatley felt my stomach drop and my body tense. He pushed me into the inner part of the booth and took a seat. I was surprised to see a look of anger come over Matt.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He said with an angered on his face. I could tell that the way Chris had pushed me bothered him
"I'm taking a seat, what the fuck does it look like I'm doing, Pretty Boy?" Chris snapped back. Hearing his voice made my entire body freeze.
After seeing my reaction to Chris's presence, Matt softened his expression and stood up. Chris stood up also, and I couldn't help but notice their height difference. Matt was about 6'1" and quite fit while Chris was problably 5'8" but noticibly more roughly built that Matt. To my surprise, Chris looked rather intimidated.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Matt said calmly.
Chris looked him up and down for a second then shot him a nasty look before walking away. I watched as Matt sat back down and smiled as if none of that had just happened. I couldn't help but burst to burst out in laughter. I couldn't rap my head around how Chris had backed off so easily and for some reason it was funny to me. Anyone who knew the background of that relationship would have been concerned with me laughing, but Matt just looked at me with a confused expression then began chuckling himself.over my reaction.
"Who was that guy?" The smile faded from his face as curiosity overtook his expression.
"Just and old boyrfriend, he's not very nice as you can tell;" I laughed, but I ended my fake smile when I looked up to see him with a look of concern.
"Did....Did he always treat you like that?" He asked hesistantly, referring to the way he roughly pushed me into the wall at the end of the booth.
I looked down at the table shamefully a nodded
"Did he... Did he hit you?" I could hear the anger towards Chris in his voice even though he was trying to sound as calm and comforting as possible.
Silence. Silence is what answered his question. I was still looking down at the table, but I knew he was staring at me. My eyes began to water, so I calmly lifted my hand and combed the fron of my hair back until I was resting my forehead in the palm of my hand. He stood up and walked around to my side of the table and sat down, wrapping his arms around me and holding me there. a few seconds later I broke down. I turned around and pressed my face to his chest and began sobbing. I tried to make my breathing as steady as possible, but the julting of my body let him knew how bad Chris had hurt me. We stayed there for awhile until I composed myself a little.
"Would you like me to take you home?" He whispered, moving his chin off my forehead and down to my ear.
I nodded as I prepared myself to speak.
"Yeah, Do you mind if I go to the Washroom? I said faintly, sniffling slightly as let me out.
I stood in front of the sink and grabbed a tissue to dry my eyes. I was so embarrassed. I should have just lied and told him no. I was really starting to like him, but he'd probably want nothing to do with me now. After the puffiness in my eyes had reduced, I walked back out of the bathroom to look for Matt. I assumed he was waiting for me at the booth, so that was the direction I was headed when I felt someone grab me. He covered my mouth as I tried to yell 'help' . I fought as hard as I could, yet despite my efforts, my legs were knocked from under me and my feet dragged across the floor as I was tugged to the back exit.
I wasn't facing the person who had me, and no matter what I did to try and escape, he continued to pull me. I bit the shit out of his had and he growled in anger and frustration. The last thing I saw clearly was an elbow quickly coming towards my face, momentarily knocking me out at the contact. My vision became even more unclear as the blurriness of my sight added to the complete darkness. Silence that surrounded me and all I could hear was rushed steps crushing sticks and heavy breathing as I was coming in and out of cosciousness.
I felt my body being thrown down to the ground, then the dirty hands began to rip apart my dress. I still faught, weakly pushing his hands away hitting at everything I couldn't see. I felt my bra being removed, then rough hands cupped both of my breasts, agressively pushing as he panted above me. I tried to scream again, begging for him to stop and let me go, but no sound would escape me. My arms gave out and stopped fighting. My entire body froze when I felt his hands meet my underwear, ripping them off of me then groping me. He stuck one of his fingers inside of me as cringed in pain, then found strength to try and crawl away. My knees slid across the ground. I felt my skin tearing as he grabbed my ankles and pulled me back to him.
I gasped for air as my chest hit the ground hard and knocked the wind out of me. I couldn't move no matter how hard I tried. Then I felt it. He pushed into me hard, and it was the worste pain I'd ever felt. I felt his hot breath against my neck, making it feel sticky with sweat and filth. Still, I never saw his face, and if I had, I couldn't recall it no matter how many times I tried. I laid there with my body completley limp in a state of shock as the man pumped harshly in and out of my body, taking away my innocence and draining me of my happiness, trust, and hope. I wondered if I was going to die, and if he was going to kill me, I wished he had already done it.
The last thing I remembered before getting home was running. Running as fast as I could with bare feet on sharp rocks, but nothing was going to stop me. Not even a bullet.
*End of Flashback*
*Sophie's POV*
I told the policeman everything that I could remember as Harry held my hand. He comforted me as best he could whenever my emotions got the best of me. When I got to the part where he caught me again, I broke down, then continued, looking down at my lap. I continuously tried to avoid seeing the expected look of pain and horror on Harry's face. Once I had finished the man told me I could go, so I tried to rush out as quickly as I could. I wasn't sure what I was running from, but I just had to get out.
When we reached the outside, I was swung around and grabbed tightly in a hug by Harry.
"No one is ever going to hurt you agian." He whispered sofly.
I believed that he wouldn't let anyone hurt me, and I knew that he would protect me and wanted to keep me safe. The only one who could hurt me right now was him, and I realized that my worst nightmare now would be losing him. I shuddered at the thought of him leaving or something happening to him. I love you. Why couldn't I say it? It was three simple words that I was more sure of than I'd ever been in my entire life. I loved him more than I had ever loved anyone. I knew that now wasn't the right time, and I didn't want him to feel obligated to say it back because of the state I was in. I was going to wait until he was ready to hear it, and someday I was going to work up the courage to say it.
*Harry's POV*
Holding her there in my arms, I thought about what she had just revealed in that room. My eyes began to water, and I held her tight as I tried my best to stay strong and composed. I had to be the strong one for her so that she could get through this. Part of the tears were made of anger, I was angry. Angry at the repulsive, pathetic excuse of a man who had done this to her, but mosty angry at myself. I wasn't there to protect her when I should have been.
The next few days were pretty rouch. She couldn't evern sleep in her own bed, but don't get me wrong, I love her staying with me. Yesterday the police department called with news, but she just hung up the phone. Third time in the same day. The horrified look on her face when I told her I was going to the store to get food is still burned into my brain. I was putting on my jacket in the livingroom , and I had walked to the bedroom to get my keys when I saw her. Her eyes were wide with a look of pure terror and fear and she was nearly hyperventalating.
Upon seeing me she quickly tired to relax and hid what she had just shown, but I had caught a glimpse and I knew. How could I leave her like that? I layed down my keys, walking to the closet where I pulled out one of my hoodies and handed it to her.
"Would you like to come with me, Sophie?" I smiled and allowed a look awaiting a reply to come over my face, but I already knew the answer. She quickly nodded as the fear she was suppressing slowly dissapeared.
*Sophie's POV*
I cant bring myself to talk to the police right now, I have a lot of things on my mind right now. Every time Harry leaves the room I am afraid. I only feel comfortable when he is close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. He tried to go out to the grocery the other day, but I was so afraid that he asked me if he wanted to go. I went. Not even thinking about how he never gets a chance to be alone anymore unless he takes refuge in the loo. I'm tired of this, and I dont want to hold him back from his life anymore. I have to start pulling myself together. It happened and I can't change that.There's nothing I can do about it and I just want to forget that it ever happened and move on.
Notes
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