Heyy guys!

I'm back!! As you can see, and like I promised I have something ready for y'all. Finished it last night at my nana's, it's all ready for you. This chapter was really hard to write, because you'll learn about what happened to her and I wanted it to be good, and what happened to her was super hard to write about. So yea I hope y'all like it, also thanks for fanning and being patient for this chapter :)

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Chapter Seventeen

Harmony's POV

I stare at the empty space of the bed, waiting for Drew to walk in, his sexy little smile stretched across his face, carrying a plate filled with bacon, like nothing happened last night.

I haven't seen Drew since I woke up; I hope nothing happened to him on his way down for breakfast. Maybe he slipped on a step and smashed his head on a wall? If that did happen, which I'm sure it didn't, Drew isn't a klutz, I'm sure someone would've known he was with me and would've notified me.

He did wake me up to ask me if I wanted to go, but I was too busy thinking about last night to go down for breakfast so Drew went alone.

I know I have to tell him. It isn't fair if I freak out and not tell him why. Also Drew being Drew, the helpful, caring person he is, it means there's no way for him to help me through those spells when he has no idea what's going on.

I just, I don't want to loose him after I tell him. Drew's the only person in my life who hasn't demanded to know about my past, who has witnessed my spells. He's the only person to stick around long enough for me to be capable of trusting. If I tell him and he's disgusted, what will I do then? It's not like I have anywhere else to go. I can't and won't go back and live with my parents, nor will I go back to the boardwalk, there's nobody there for me now. Kayla's in jail, where she should be. Even if she wasn't, I wouldn't want to live with her again.

After Ian and the cops found me huddled in a corner, naked, under a threadbare blanket, and I was brought to the hospital, I was sent to a therapist.

Her name was Dr. Sheenan, but I was to call her Beth. Every session I went to, I never spoke a word to her. She would do all the talking, and one thing she was always telling me was that if I talked to somebody about it, I would feel better. I never did end up telling her, I was realised from the hospital and I took off, I certainly did not return to her office afterwards.

Thinking about it now, 2 years later when the whole thing has settled with me and I realise there's no going back to change it, maybe I would feel better if I told someone. I trust Drew enough to think I know what his reaction will be, and that maybe he'll help me get through it. Pass that chapter of my life that I try so hard to forget, but reminders keep popping up and reminding me about it.

The hotel room door opens a ray of light streaming into the dark room. A shadow is projected onto the wall, Drew. I hear the sound of car keys hitting the counter and the clinking off the door. He appears in the room a moment later, a Deni's doggy bag with the smell of bacon wafting from it balanced on his left head, a tray of coffee in the other, a krispy cream bag hanging from his mouth, a little brown teddy bear with a red ribbon tied around his neck into a bow tucked under his arm and Echo at his heels, limping.

Oh my gosh! I forgot about Echo! There was so much going through my mind last night that after I saw the shack and started having flashbacks, Echo slipped my mind. Apart from his limp, he looks to be the same Echo; I can't see any other injuries.

Drew flashes me a smile when he realises I'm awake, then strides over to the bed. He crawls into his spot, sitting the food down in front of me. Echo obediently lies on the ground, like Drew taught him so he wouldn't beg for the food.

"Morning Peaches" He greets cautiously, handing me the teddy bear.

I accept it with a timid smile, hugging it to my chest.

Some people may think that 18 is too old to have a teddy bear; I believe those people are wrong. They bring you comfort when you need it. And boy do I need it now.

"Thanks D"

Drew nods, "Harmony, you don't have to tell me-"

I cut him off before he can finish, "I want to. I can't keep spelling out around you without knowing why"

I understand where Drew was going, and I've decided to tell him whenever he asks would be a reasonable chance to tell him. Since he asked...

Drew nods slowly, "You don't have to you know, I just don't like watching those without being able to help you, you wont let me anywhere close to you when those happen"

That's Drew for you. I've lived with him long enough to know that's the way he'll go about it. He's not kidding either, that's the real reason he wants to know. I'm sure he's curious also, who wouldn't be when some girl starts screaming and crying and saying things whenever something happens that reminds her of what she went through some time in her life.

"I know I don't have to. Believe me, I wouldn't be telling you if I didn't want to. I should warn you though, it isn't good. It might make you want me away from you, which is one of the reasons I'm hesitant in telling you. I haven't told anyone this story either; you'll be the first and the last" I inform him.

"Harmony, whatever happened to you, no matter how bad it was, will NEVER make me want you to be away from me. I wouldn't do that to you, EVER" Drew says seriously.

I nod my head and look him in the eye, "Well then, prepare yourself"

I gulp and look away, thinking how I'm going to begin to tell him. Drew seems to notice that I need some form of reassurance, so he takes my petite cold hand into his warm large ones, igniting it with sparks, giving it a little squeeze of encouragement.

I take a deep breath, and turn to Drew when I decide how to begin, looking in his soft, caring brown eyes.

"Before I start, I'm just letting you know that interruptions will not be tolerated"

Drew chuckles and nods. I smile that I could lighten the moment before it gets really deep.

"I was 16 when I met Blaine Dean. I had just moved out of my home and started living with Kayla. I was at the mall buying clothes because I just got a raise that week and desperately needed clothes. I needed help finding a pair of jeans and Blaine was the one to come and help me find them. We got talking and we sort of clicked. We went on a few dates then he asked me to be his official girlfriend. Of course I said yes and things were going great, we confessed our love for each other after a couple months, then things got weird. Blaine became abusive" I stop to pat Drew's clenched hand, and it immediately loosens from my touch.

I continue, "One night he was shaking me awake. He told me that his mom found out where he was and she sent the cops after him and that we had to run." I stop to take a breath and think where I'm going next.

"I didn't want to leave, but he was desperate for me to go with him so, he popped the question" Drew's hand tightens around mine, and he allows a growl to escape his lips, his jaw clamps together with an audible snap.

"I was young, naïve and in love, or so I thought. I stupidly agreed and" I laugh bitterly, shaking my head at my foolishness. "We took off"

Blaine was a mistake. The biggest mistake I ever made, and one I'll never make again. Wherever my common sense was during my time with him, better have been doing something good, because if not, I really resent it.

"We were traveling down a strange dissertated highway, when the car started making weird noises. Blaine got out of the car to see what was wrong and he said it was because we were out of gas. He claimed to have seen a house in the woods. He told me that they would most likely have some gas they could give us, so he was going to go get some. I had to go with him so I could help him carry it back to the car, that is, if there was someone living there who would kindly give us some gas."

I can feel the tears gathering under my eye lids. My body quivers in fear of what's yet to come. A lump forms in my throat from the unshed tears I'm trying hard to hold in. Drew notices the change and drapes his long arms around my small form, drawing me to his muscular frame.

"We walked down a path. Everything was normal, until we arrived in front of a shack, not a house. Blaine backed towards the trees, where his brother Ian and his two best friends Perry and Cory stepped from the shadows to stand beside him"

I pause for a minute to compose myself before progressing on, "Each one of them had evil glints in their eyes, except for Ian, Blaine's brother. Ian was a sweetheart, and was always nice to me. Blaine started sneering at me about how dumb I was to believe that he loved me and wanted me to be his wife. He told me he only wanted one thing from me, one thing I refused to give to him. I'll always remember what he said to me next, "Whatever I want Harmony, I get. The easy way or the hard way, it's your choice" I choke on the lump in my throat, barely managing to keep myself under control.

"I informed him, "You can rot in hell for years before I give you my virtue" Then, I bolted. But Blaine and his friends were faster then me. They tackled me and pinned me to the ground so they could beat me without having to chase me and ware themselves out. They beat me and beat me, not listening to my pleas for them to stop. I don't know where Ian was, but Blaine kept calling for him to come and help. I was bloodied, bruised and battered when they dragged me into the shack."

Here it comes, the part that haunts me. "Blaine has his friends, c-cut off my clothing with knives, and one by one, with Blaine going first, they" I cough and slump into the bed, bawling my eyes out. "Raped me" I rasp out.

Drew goes rigid. He springs from the bed, his hands clasped into fists, pinned to his sides. He stalks over to the wall.

In one swift moment, a bang sounds and Drew's fist is cut and coated in blood, a hole the size of china know lays planted in the wall.

"Son of a bitch" He shouts, throwing another punch at the wall. "Mother F-"The last word is drowned out by another punch and a kick.

I watch Drew warily, wincing every time his fists hit the wall, tears falling silently down my face.

I'd go over and stop him from wrecking the hotel room and hurting himself further, but I know better. This is Drew's way of blowing off steam; you wouldn't want to get in his way when he's like this. He wouldn't hurt me if I intervened though.

I've seen him come home from work and with a single hello, march straight into his gym room and not come out until I call him for dinner. I'd hear him cussing through the blaring music, I knew something was wrong. He told me the first night that he had a hard day at work and something pissed him off. I figured that was his way of calming down. He didn't do it often though because it takes a lot to piss him off, but he needed it. Being a police officer isn't easy work let me tell you. Not that I know, but from what Drew tells me, it isn't. He loves it though.

Drew stops punching and kicking, after a while. He leans his forehead to the wall, his hands pressed to the wall on either sides of his head. His body still shakes with anger, although he's breathing in and out slowly to calm himself down.

I gradually slip from the bed, padding over to Drew. I carefully take his damaged hands and lead him into the washroom without speaking. Drew looks at me with those brown eyes of his, regret swimming in them.

I push him gently onto the toilet to show him I'm not mad, then I turn on the tap. I fetch a cloth from under the sink and antiseptic from the first aid kit in the kitchen.

I tenderly clean off the blood on Drew's knuckles, applying some antiseptic to his wounds.

"Mony, I am so sorry" Drew whispers sadly, when I finish cleaning his wounds.

Drew would be apologizing for something silly like his behaviour. He wouldn't apologize for what happened to me, sympathy isn't his thing, I don't care for it either, which Drew knows.

I smile and toss the cloth in the sink, sitting on the floor by Drew's feet, grabbing his hand lightly from his thigh.

"Don't be" I tell him, leaning back against the wall, titling my head back and closing my eyes.

Drew sighs, "That was hard for you, and I shouldn't have freaked out, I just, I don't like knowing what he did to you and that he's still out there. I'm going to find him and arrested him for you Harmony, I swear" Drew promises.

I smile softly, "I know you will D"

The room grows silent, Drew breaks it, fortunately.

"That isn't it, is it?" Drew murmurs.

I shake my head 'no'. Drew frowns and slides down from the toilet to sit by me on the floor.

"Again I'll say you don't have to tell me, but since we got this far...." Drew trails off, waiting for my response.

I laugh lightly, "Alright, but no more freaking out, okay?"

"I won't, I'm good" Drew answers.

"They kept me in the shack, whenever they went out. I would spend the day curled up under a threadbare blanket, shivering because they destroyed my clothes and refused to buy me new ones. They didn't feed me either. Ian showed up one day, he didn't do anything to me like the others; he took off before he could be forced in doing anything. He brought me food and apologized millions of times for not helping me when I needed it. I felt betrayed by him so I wouldn't listen although when he gave me his reason, I caved and forgave him"

"What was his reason?" Drew asks, angrily.

"Ian was dating this sweet girl, her name was Addy. He loved her very much; he was planning on purposing to her. Blaine told him that if he didn't help him, he would kill her. Ian obviously chose to help Blaine but when he realised it was me, he took off to send Addy away to a place where Blaine wouldn't get her. He tried to come back fast enough to save me, but it didn't end up happening."

I stop to glance at Drew's face. His features are clouded, his eyes widened.

"D? What is it?" I ask, worried.

"Nothing, nothing, continue" He snaps out of it, waving me on with his hand.

"Oh ok" I say, not believing he's okay, but deciding to drop it until he chooses to tell me.

"Ian brought me food everyday while the boys were out and kept me company. When the boys got back, they would beat me and you know, every night until they grew tired, then they would leave again and return in the morning. One night while the boys were out, Ian showed up with a rescue team and a train of a million police officers behind him. That was the night I was taken away from that shack." I finish my story.

"And the shack last night was the one they kept you in, wasn't it?" Drew asks, knowingly.

I nod, "Yea. I vowed to never lay eyes on that shack again other then in my dreams which I couldn't really prevent no matter how hard I tried. I freaked out yesterday because the shack brought back the memories I tried so hard to forget, but never succeeded. I always dream about the beatings, never the rape parts but seeing the shack last night brought me back to those times"

Drew smiles, "I'll make sure you never see that shack again"

I giggle, lightening up, "That would be nice"

Drew chuckles, then turns serious again. "Do you want to know who Addy is?"

I cock my head to the side, "I already know who Addy is, she was Ian's girlfriend"

Drew shakes his head, "She was also my girlfriend" Drew fumbles around in his pocket and pulls out a little suede box. He pops open the lid and nestled in the cushion is a simple diamond ring.

I gasp in surprise and look at Drew.

Drew clears his throat and begins his story, still gazing at the rock, "Her name is Adelaide Jones. She hated her name, so she went by Addy. The nickname given to her by me. I met her at university. I had this huge crush on her, like the rest of the boys; she was the prettiest girl to me then. I asked her out and she said yes. I was ecstatic and shocked that a girl like her would say yes to me"

Why wouldn't she? I think to myself.

Drew's hot, kind, sweet, caring, romantic and a police officer. There's so much to like about him, any girl would be lucky to have him.

"I fell in love with her, and I fell hard. Harder then any boy could fall for a girl. I loved her so much that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Obviously, I was blind. She said yes, and that night she went out to a club with her friends to celebrate. She came home drunk off her head, leading a boy behind her to our bedroom" Drew says resentfully.

Addy did that? She was so sweet though? Was that all just an act?

Realisation hits me hard when I remember Ian's story of how he met her, a story he told me a million times.

They met at a club. He saw her by the bathroom crying over a break up. He comforted her and they clicked. They spent the whole night dancing and they went to apartment afterwards for some fun. Even though I know this, there is no way I'm telling Drew.

"Holy shit. She did that?" I ask still in shock.

"She did. I waited for them to fall asleep and I snuck in that night. I tore the ring off her finger, packed my things and left. I'm glad it happened though, it would've happened sooner then later. Luckily before we were married because a divorce would be too long of a time for me to wait to get away from the witch."

I laugh and Drew tucks the box back into his pocket.

"Why did you keep the ring?" I ask, generally curious.

"I don't know. I was going to sell it but I thought I'd keep it for someone more special, but now I realise that, that person should not be wearing a ring meant for someone else. I'm going to return it the minute I get home."

I bob my head and jump up, "Speaking of that, shouldn't we be getting on the road?"

Drew jumps up beside me, "Yes, we have to get there in three days time, Leigh-Anne wants me their to help and I want to spend time with my family, we've already spent the whole morning confessing so we have a lot of time to make up"

"I'll get my things then, we should get out of here quickly though, you did punch four rather large holes into the wall, which will be fairly expensive"

Drew laughs, "Yea, I image it would"

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Phew, that took a while to type out.

So now you know there stories, well half of Harmony's. She has yet to tell him about her parents, which will come later on in the story.

Hopefully this is written well enough, I'm really worried that it isn't. Oh well, i imagine you'll understand it.