power in the wrong hands.

She didn't tell her friend's yet, she was still trying to figure out how to do it. And she thought JJ probably shouldn't find out alongside the others in the group.

He should probably have some notice.

Otto attempted to continue to pretend everything was normal, although she did a piss poor job. She still struggled to look JJ in the eye and she dodged Wes like he was the plague.

Sitting in maths she twirled a pen between her finger, it occasionally got stuck on her rings and she had to start again.

She tried to pay attention to the class but her mind wandered, she thought of what JJ was going to say, and how much she dreaded that conversation.

And then there was Wes.

She probably wasn't going to tell him in person, maybe she'd send him a text. Or even an email.

Her attention was stolen back to the teacher when he called her name, "Ottilie, you're wanted in the office." Her heart sunk a little, her father, it was going to be her father. He wasn't getting any better, and after that fall she knew he was vulnerable.

She scramled to her feet and threw her rucksack on as she borderline ran out the room and headed straight to the office.

Opening the doors to the office her eyes fell upon the so called emergency.

It wasn't her father.

It was her boyfriend.

He wore a cocky smirk, her feet became rooted to the ground. She didn't want to move, she had absolutely no desire to go with him.

"Come on. I miss you." He smiled, spinning the keys to his Rolls Royce around his finger.

She didn't want a fight so, despite all her better judgement she went with him.

She had to break up with him at some point and it was probably best to do it when he was in a good mood.

Although, it was also probably best to do it in public.

The couple got into his car and they drove off toward the Harrington manor. They pulled through the gates and the garage opened, the radio was switched off and Wes got out the car.

"I want to show you the bar." He told her as they walked through the house to an area she had yet to go in, walking on the cold tiles with swirling patterns Otto looked around at the decor.

The tiles had some odd symbol on them that she never cared to fully work out, it was large and - just like most things in the Harrington house - pretty ugly.

They descended some stairs before walking into the bar, the lighting was low, Wes grabbed Otto's hand and guided her to the bar.

"Sit." He ordered, his tone shifting ever so slightly.

She did as she was told, trying to figure out how to break up with him kindly, and in a way that wouldn't piss him off.

He turned around and got a bottle of rum from the built in shelves, he set it on the counter in front of Otto. Her heart started beating quicker, next he sat down two shot glasses and filled the to the brim.

Wes didn't even look grumpy, he looked vindictive. Sadly Otto couldn't place the emotion.

He smirked as he pushed one if the glasses in front of her, "Drink up."

Wes took his own shot and downed it, "I know you don't like the taste of alcohol Otto, how did you phrase it? Something about being a whatever-it-takes-to-get-drunk girl. So, let's get drunk." He pushed it a little further toward her.

She continued staring at it.

"Drink. It." He demanded, all playful pretence was gone.

He snatched it up and drank it himself after a few tense minutes of her staring at it and him glaring at her. "Did you buy those tests?" He asked.

She was silent, not even looking at him.

"Are you pregnant?"

She was silent, her heart beating so frantically she thought it would explode out her chest.

"Is it mine?"

Lying would just make the situation worse, when he found out his anger would just grow tenfold.

"No. It's not. I was pregnant before we got together."

He didn't say a thing, she assumed Wes was above hurting pregnant women so she took it as her cue to leave getting up she headed toward the stairs.

She climbed all the way to the top before something yanked her back. Her feet slipped out from underneath her and she was out like a light.

Wes was most definitely not above hurting pregnant women.

He learned he wasn't really above hurting anyone that tried to pull one over on him.

He watched her hit the bottom of the stairs, her face smacking against the wooden floor. He ran his tongue over his teeth and pondered on what his next move should be.

Walking back down the stairs he stepped over his now-ex girlfriend and grabbed the bottle of rum of the counter before walking up the stairs.

Leaving Otto alone.

She had no clue how long she was out for, and she was completely numb, everything swayed as she moved. That wasn't a good sign. She knew she needed to get out of there so she managed to get to her feet using the wall for support.

She tasted blood in her mouth and as her tongue explored her mouth she found a cut on the inside of her cheek, probably from her teeth.

There was a mirror across from her, she caught a glimpse of her reflection.

It didn't look to back as of yet, as her adrenaline wore of she felt that things probably weren't going to look great over the next few hours. The only obvious sign something had happened was a bloody nose.

Gingerly she walked up the stairs, making sure to use any wall of furniture she could for support.

She made it out the house and down the garden, the gates opened as she got to them.

Wesley watched the entire time, he stood on the stairs to the upper level as she climbed the ones to the main floor, and once she got out the house he went to the office where he watched her stumble across the garden. He opened the gates when she arrived at them.

It was almost cartoon-ish, a villain sipping a bottle of alcohol while his victim flees.

The idea made him smirk.

He had the power.

While physically every inch of Otto hurt, emotionally she was completely numb, you could've told her the earth was going to explode in ten seconds and she wouldn't have cared.

It almost didn't feel real, she felt like she was watching a movie, or playing a sick video game.

Her head had this awful ringing noise that wouldn't go away, and her eyes struggled to maintain focus. It was probably a concussion, she should probably go to the hospital. But she wasn't going to.

She didn't want the questions.

She didn't want people prying into her life.

She just wanted to go to sleep and wake up all better.

Otto wasn't really going the right way home, she was taking the scenic route, not intentionally. Her body was just walking while her mind played catch up.

It felt like she would never catch a break, every boy she let into her life managed to fuck her over in some way.

Dante both cheated on her and gaslight her.

Kieran groomed and verbally abused her.

And now, Wesley, who was by far the most evil, he got physical. He slapped her, and threw her down a flight of stairs and left her without once checking she was okay.

She didn't understand what she was doing wrong.

She was by no means a perfect person, she didn't spend her time at soup kitchens, she was too squeamish to donate blood and she liked having two kidneys.

But she was also not anywhere close to a bad person, she would never do what the men in her life had done to her.

She couldn't think of what she was doing wrong, because she wasn't doing anything wrong.

Other than having a terrible taste in men.

Otto had managed to walk around the island to the cut, the bloody taste in her mouth made her want to throw up but she held it back due to the thought of how painful stomach acid would be on an open wound.

A car drove by her and slamed its breaks on, Otto didn't dare look up, she just kept walking, she was beginning to sober up now and head toward her house.

"Holy shit. Otto, what the fuck happened?"

Yet another man in her life who messed things up.

Sure, he didn't actually do anything intentionally, and she had decided to keep the baby, but he screwed up all her plans.

But he was a friendly face, someone she would think would hurt her. Although that was what she thought about every man she dated.

JJ went reach out to her but she flinched back, "It's okay, I won't touch you. I just want to take you home." He said calmly, despite absolutely raging inside.

He knew who did this.

Otto finally looked up at him, he took a step back, not wanting to do anything to make her worse.

He, without making any sudden movements, opened the door to the passengers seat.

Otto got inside once he walked away, she shut the door behind her and put her backpack on her lap, holding it tightly. She didn't bother putting seatbelt on.

She really didn't give a fuck anymore.

JJ didn't say anything, if she wanted to talk she could, but he didn't want to initiate anything.

He wanted to ask her a million questions, he wanted to fix her.

But that wasn't what she wanted.

And that was what was important.

He stopped at her house and shut the car off, "call me if you need anything." He reminded her of his words for the thousandth time.

She didn't acknowledge him, despite being thankful, she just got out the car and walked into her house. She walked straight to her room, stripped of all her clothes and got into the shower.

She needed to get every touch he ever gave her off.

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