Chapter 24

'The great use of life is to spend it on something that will outlast it.' - James Truslow Adams

"You leave Harry alone! Or I will call the cops. That's a promise not a threat." Louis' voice growls. I hear a bang against the wall and a groan before I open my eyes. I look over to see my father walking towards Louis and Louis against the wall groaning.

I feel my chest tighten at the sight of my father.

Asthma?! I haven't had an attack in so long! I was doing so well!

Tears slide down my cheeks as I clutch my chest.

Where did I put it?

"Table." Louis chokes out as my dad punches him and he yelps. I look in my bed side table and see the inhaler lying there. I take a few puffs before yelling.

"STOP!" I cry out and take another puff.

"Look whose awake." My father sneers. His old face has a scar running down from his left eyebrow to his left ear.

"L-Leave him alone." I plead.

"I always knew you were a faggot Harry. Is this your fuck buddy? Did you miss daddy?" He chuckles and I feel myself pale and I hold back a gag.

"J-Just leave L-Louis alone." I mumble.

"Ahh so Louis is his name." My father smirks and looks over at Louis. "Maybe I should teach him a lesson too. He looks hot with those piercing blue eyes." My father winks at him.

"J-Just l-leave h-h-him alone." I beg.

"On one condition." My father says. "He has to watch us. It will be like a live show."

Tears fall down my face as he ties Louis' weak and battered body to a chair. Louis still fights though, until my father hits him where the sun doesn't shine.

"There." He huffs. My father turns Louis to face us and I begin to sob. "Now Harry. Dear, dear Harry."

"Please. Just get this over with." I beg already feeling humiliated.

"Patience Harry. I know you missed daddies big cock but, we must include Louis." He says and looks back at Louis who glares at my father.

"So Louis. You will film this. Harry has been a naughty boy. I am going to punish him." My father turns on the video camera after he set up the tripod in front of Louis. He presses the record button and winks at me.

"No! Stop!" Louis screams and my father takes off his white shirt and gags him.

"Wouldn't want his screams in my video." My dad says.

Louis fidgets in his chair trying to break the bindings as my father walks over to me. I can't help but just look at Louis. He panics in his chair and it falls over as he continues to try to help me.

"It's okay Louis. I'll be okay. Calm down." I say trying to hide the fact that I am scared. My voice wavers and my dad takes out his pocket knife. He pulls the sheets off the bed and looks at me.

"Naked already Harry?" My dad smirks. Tears fall down my face as I look at Louis. Remembering his loving touch that I'm already addicted to. Louis continues to flop around trying to get out and his breathing begins to get strained.

My dad's knife drags down my chest before pressing into my abdomen I scream and he smirks.

"Thats for telling people." He mumbles. Before he drags the knife down my arm. I whimper and sob as he removes his shirt and pants. His dirty mouth connects with mine and I gag. I want Louis. He's the only one that kisses right.

My dad touches down my stomach and tears fall off my cheeks. Louis wrists begin to bleed from his constant tugs to break the binds.

"Well Harry. I surely missed you." My father mumbles before he removes his pants and boxers.

I flail in the bed in panic. I'm not ready I don't want this. I scream and Louis begins to get panicked again he flops on the floor his ankles and wrists have enough as they bleed on the floor and my father lines himself with my enerence.

"You are never hard for me!" Dad growls and drags the knife down one of my old scars. I hiss as more blood leaves my body. Feeling light headed I loll my head to one side to look at Louis. I feel safe with him here. I know my dad is raping me but, seeing Louis makes me feel like everything will be okay.

My dad begins to push in and I scream in pain.

"Harry what the hell is- oh god!" Robbin's voice says as he opens the door to see this sight.

I have never been so happy to see Robbin. "Robbin." I mumble as my dad glares at him.

"Get out or I'll kill you!" He yells.

"Get off my son!" He shouts back.

"This boy is not your son he is mine." My dad argues.

"Get the fuck away from that boy!" Robbin argues back. I notice his iPhone behind his leg and I see that her dialed 911 and call.

I whimper under my real father. I feel hope. God is helping me.

I rest down on the bed feeling like everything will be okay. My father and Robbin argue back and forth, I think Robbin is stalling.

Thank you lord.

My vision fades as I watched arm men come into the room and point a gun at my father. My father gets off me and glares at everyone before he is cuffed and the police take him out. Medics come running in placing a stretcher beside me and beside Louis. They cut Louis out and he pushes off them coming to me.

His mouth moves but I can only make out incoherent words. I weakly smile at him as he runs his fingers through my hair and the medics put me on the stretcher.

They run with me on the stretcher as we go pass Robbin. I watch him as he looks worriedly over at me.

Robbin follows into the ambulance with me and I close my eyes. Exhausted. That's what I am.

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Beep.

I groan.

Beep.

I roll over.

Beep.

I open my eyes before quickly covering them from the bright white lights.

"Harry!" Louis' voice comes from beside me. He sounds tired.

I open my eyes again but this time to look over at Louis.

"L-" I cough from my dry throat and Louis grabs his half full glass of water. He presses a button on the bed I am in and it slowly lifts up so I am somewhat sitting. Louis pours some water in my mouth before I wipe my lips. They feel dry and cracked. I dip my finger in the water to put on my lips and Louis chuckles.

"I have some lip balm I think that will help." Louis mumbles before doctors and nurses come in.

I see my mother walk in with Robbin. His arm around her and I smile at him. He's not such a bad guy.

"Harry do you know why you are in here?" The doctor asks.

"Is here a hospital?" I question him and he nods. "I-"

I cough again and Louis helps me drink some more water.

"I'm here because my father found me and came for me like he promised." I mumble looking at my hands. Louis' hand rests in mine as he squeezes it. Reassuring me that I'm okay.

"Good, good." The doctor writes some stuff down and the nurses check all my vitals.

"Do you know what day it is?" He asks.

"Isn't it the 30th or 31th?" I ask.

"Harry it's February 10th." He says and I look at him like he's crazy.

"Wha- how?!" I ask.

"It's okay Harry that's normal. You were knocked out for 11 days. But you do remember the last day you were awake so that's good." He says with a smile.

"I-I missed my birthday." I stutter. "I'm 17."

"Well happy 17th birthday Harry." The doctor says before he tells the nurses they are dismissed. "I think it's best everyone is outside for the next few questions."

I watch Robbin and mum leave as I look over to Louis who is getting up. "N-No Louis please."

Louis looks over at me and nods. "I'll stay."

"I really think-"

"I'm going to stay." Louis says in a strict tone.

I hold his hand and Louis sits back down.

"Okay . . . Harry when did this start happening?" He asks, "the raping?"

My eyes widen and I mumble my answer, "when I was sevenish."

"Okay . . . Do you want him to-"

"He's staying." I cut him off.

"Alright. Well we did a MRI of your full body and it seems as though that wasn't the first time so, I was just wondering. Your father will be sent away for a very long time Harry. But, now that we know he raped a child under the age of 14. He might be going for life. But, that's up to the judge." The doctor explains. "Right now he is charged for rape and attempted murder."

"Murder?" I squeak.

"Your wounds were severe when you got here Harry. We did surgery and you were in critical care for seven days hanging onto life by a thread. There must be someone up there watching out for you. You really were fighting death. Is there someone important on earth you were fighting for?" He asks me.

I look over at Louis and his face is tear stained. "I was fighting for my Louis."

******

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Everyone take one pass it back.