Still ; George Weasley

Fifty-five

Mention of sexual assault by author

Before you read, I wanna say something.

I know I include sexual assault in most of my stories. Once, I even had an old friend ask if I had been raped because I write about it a lot.

Truth is, I think rape and sexual assault/harassment in general is something that needs to be spoken about more.

Yeah, I've experienced sexual harassment/assault, I really have no idea which one is counts as, but it's something that has been hurting a lot for years, even though I didn't really realise until a few weeks ago.

I was 14 when I experienced assault/harassment, and it was my teacher.

Writing about stuff like this is important. That's my personal opinion, but it also helps me cope.

I personally haven't ever talked about it before I spoke about it for the first time here in March. Remember, I was 14 and now I'm nearly 18.

This chapter will reveal a little more about what happened that night with Allie in that basement so I've put a trigger warning because it is obviously a topic that can be triggering for a lot of people.

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Mention of rape

Allie

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt my stomach twist.

I was going home today. Home to the flat I now shared with George and Fred. The flat above the shop.

Though I still had to rest. I had a concussion and my face and my body was still hurting. It had only been three days.

My face was full of bruises and cuts. My cheekbone had been healed and so had my lip but the bruising was there still.

A wonder George still likes looking at me.

George had offered his help with getting me changed, knowing I was in pain when I stretched.

I said no.

I didn't want him seeing my body. I knew it was bruised too, even though I hadn't seen it myself.

"Allie, babe?" George called from the other side of the bathroom door. "Fred's asking what you wanna eat for dinner? He's gonna go ahead and cook!"

I rubbed my teary eyes, trying to gather myself so I wouldn't sound like a wreck when I answered.

"I don't know!" I called back. "Tell him he can choose!"

I reached behind my back to get the hospital gown off of me, letting it fall to the ground, and at the sight of my body, I let out a cry, my hands flying up to cover my nose and my mouth.

I looked horrible.

I was completely bruised across my ribs, my stomach and it stretched all the way to my back.

As I turned to take a look at my back, I noticed the graze on my right shoulder blade. It was a big one and I now knew what that pain was.

I hadn't really been listening when the healer talked to me. It was the morning after it happened and I was still in shock and really tired.

"Angel?" George called again. "You okay in there?"

I'm not.

I ran my hand over my stomach, flinching at the soreness of my skin, then I ran my hand up to my throat where there was marks from both fingers but also fingernails.