HARRY: "Hey babe!" Harry exclaimed as he walked in the door joining you on the couch. "Whatcha watchin?" He asked. "Just watching the news." You said. "Ohhh... fun." Harry said looking at you. You laughed and threw a pillow at him. "Just act like you're enjoying it and sit with me." You said giggling. He grabbed a blanket and patted his lap waiting for you to come sit. You ran over and plopped on his legs. He chuckled and you snuggled into his chest. The news finally came back on after what seemed like a never ending commercial break. "Breaking News," the news man said," A serial rapist has finally been captured by federal officers just minutes ago." You sucked in a tight breath when the man's face came onto the sceen. An all to familiar face. "Oh my god.." You whispered. "The man has raped at least thirteen young children and woman dating way back to the 1900's." He said. The tears were flowing now. That was him. He was the man who raped you when you were fourteen years old. You got off of Harry's lap and sprinted straight towards the bathroom. "Babe?" Harry yelled. He cam after you and knocked on the door. "What's wrong?" He asked you. "N..nothing Harry." You said. Harry sighed behind the door. "Obviously there's something wrong. You wouldn't have sprinted off like that for no reason." Harry said twisting the door knob. "Please open the door." He said. You gave in and opened the door for Harry to see your red eyes and tear streaked face. He walked in and hugged you. "What's wrong love? Is there anything you want to talk about?" He asked you as he pulled away from the hug. "I was raped when I was fourteen by the man who was just captured." You said. "You were what?" Harry asked again. "I was raped Harry." You said walking passed him and heading back to the couch. Harry ran after you and pointed at the TV. "By that man?" Harry asked you. "Yes." You said wiping away a tear. "Jesus love. I'm so sorry." He said sitting down next to you. "It's fine Harry.. He's finally going to be put in prison." You said smiling at the screen. "And I've heard no good thing happens to men in prison who were convicted of raping people." You said smiling up at Harry.
LIAM: Today was the day. You were finally moving out of your parents house and moving into Liam's apartment. "Is that everything?" Liam asked you as you finished taking off all of your wall decorations. "I think there's still a couple more boxes in the closet." You told him as you walked out the door carrying the box downstairs. Liam walked into the closet to find an open box. He flipped through some of the papers until finding a police report. Your mom walked in the room and went to Liam. "What are these?" Liam asked. Your mom took a look at the papers and sighed. "Those are her police reports." Your mom said quietly. Liam scanned the papers. "She... uh.. she was raped?" Liam asked, his voice breaking. Your mom looked up at Liam. "She didn't tell you?" Your mom asked surprised. Liam shook his head no. You walked back in to see Liam holding the papers. Liam looked up at you with watery eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?" Liam asked. "I'll give you two a minute." Your mom said walking out the room and shuting the door behind her. Liam wiped away some of his tears with his hands and wiped them on his jeans. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" Liam asked again. "I didn't think it was important..." You said crossing your arms trying to fight back the tears. "You didn't think it was important?!" Liam yelled. "I love you baby. These details are kind of important." Liam said. "I didn't know you would want to know, okay? It was so long ago. I just put it behind me!" You yelled back. Liam put his hands on his hips and looked at the ground and shook his head. "How old were you?" Liam asked you. "I was almost twelve years old." You said wiping away your tears. "You were eleven?!" Liam yelled. "Yes!" You shouted back. "Did they ever catch the man who raped you?" Liam asked. "No... they're still out there." You said looking out your window. "THEY'RE??" Liam yelled. "Yes Liam. They are still out there." You said. Liam couldn't believe what he was hearing. "How many?" He asked looking into your eyes. "I only remember there being at least five men?" You said. "F... FIVE?" Liam yelled. "Oh my god." He said. You stood in silence for a while. "I wish I could have been there." Liam said shaking his head. "Liam, you would have only been eleven also. There would have been nothing you could have done." You said walking over to him. "They won't ever get to you." Liam said squeezing you. "And neither will any other man." Liam said hugging you tight.
