Arrangements | | Fred Weasley

•Part seventeen

TW : details about rape

"It's crazy how wrong you can be about a person. You think that they're one thing, and then they turn out to be the exact opposite." He said, not looking up and you but did when you said nothing. "Your now silent then, huh?"

You walked over and sat next to him on the couch, but he just moved further away from you on the couch.

"You don't know the full story." You said quietly.

"If you are going to talk, speak up." He scoffed.

"You don't know the full story." You raised your voice and he shook his head.

"I don't want to know the full story! Why would I want to know the full story about Luke and you fucking every chance you can get?" He raised his voice too. "Honestly, Alexa, you are being so fucking ridiculous right now."

"Why would I fuck him any chance I get?" You looked over at him, he was still staring into space.

"You tell me. That is obviously the reason you had all of those bruises, you even admitted it to me." He turned to face you with anger in his eyes.

"Yes, he gave me those bruises but not from sex. Well, yeah from sex but-" Fred cut you off by standing up and walking over to the front door. "Fred!"

He stopped and stood still when you called his name. He didn't bother turning around, he stayed standing in front of the front door. When you didn't say anything else, he started to walk again but stopped once you opened your mouth.

"You really want to know how I got those bruises?" You asked as he opened the front door of the apartment. "Luke raped me."

Those three words made him stop again, leaving the door open and turning around to face you with his jaw dropped.

"I got those bruises when Luke was forcing me to stay down on his dirty living room floor, when he was covering my mouth with one hand and ripping my underwear off with the other. I got those bruises when he threw my broken underwear underneath the couch that Kiara was unconscious on. I thought we were just dancing but he kicked my knees to make them go weak so I fell to the floor." You told him and he stayed standing there while tears filled your eyes to the point you couldn't see much anymore. "Luke gave me those bruises when his fingers were digging into my thighs and hips, pushing himself into me and leaving me there on the floor when he was done using my body for his own pleasure."

Tears were now slipping out of your eyes as fast as you could talk. Your voice was beginning to get shaky and Fred noticed that, but he stayed standing by the front door.

"You wanted to know the full story?" You sobbed. "That's the full story."

You started to cry so much that you couldn't breathe properly at all. Fred slammed the front door shut and rushed to your side. He was obviously still shocked, but he wanted you to know that he was here for you no matter what.

His hands ran through your hair and brushed it with his fingers slowly. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he let you cry in his arms, which were wrapped around your waist.

"You're okay. It's going to be okay." He whispered in your ear as you cried even harder. "You will get the justice you deserve, believe me, Alexa."

"Fred, you can't tell anyone. Please." You cried and felt him nod his head.

"I would never tell anyone if you don't want me to, darling." He assured you.

He rocked you back and forth as you cried into his neck. After a while of you crying and him comforting you, you fell asleep on his arms. He picked you up and carried you into his bedroom, laying you down on the bed and covering you with a fluffy blanket.

Fred laid down next to you, letting you have all of the blanket, and staying by your side for a small while.

•••

You woke up alone. Fred was nowhere to be seen. You got out of his bed and looked around the entire apartment, out of the windows and downstairs in the shop, but you still couldn't find him anywhere.

That was until you saw three red-heads walking towards the shop. Fred, George and their oldest brother, Charlie. You ran out of the shop and over to the three brothers.

Fred's face was bright red and covered in blood and bruises, the same as his two hands. His lip was split open and he had multiple cuts all over his face, quite a few by his eyebrows. George and Charlie also had blood on their hands, but no visible cuts anywhere that you could see.

You let the three boys walk inside first and they walked upstairs to the apartment, you followed behind the three. Charlie and George sat down whilst Fred walked into his bedroom and straight to his bathroom, probably to clean himself up.

"We were all still at the restaurant when Fred came back." George told you. "I had to call Charlie for help."

"When I got there, the twins and all of your friends were in an alley behind the restaurant with nobody else." Charlie told you as well. "Fred and Luke-"

You flinched at the name Charlie had just said but he carried on.

"Fred and Luke were fighting each other, they were rolling around on the floor and punching one another at any chance they could get." Charlie told you. "That's why Fred looks like shit."

"Luke said he knew why Fred was mad at him, but never once said why." George said. "I think it was because Kie said you've been sleeping with him, but I know you wouldn't do that to Freddie. You love him too much."

You do love him too much.

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