~Devin's POV~
My back is pressed against the wall, my wrists are trapped in his hands. I can hear the music seep through the walls of this room. The smell of the alcohol on his breath is strong. I've pushed and begged for him to stop...but he won't.
"Get off me!" I manage to scream in my drunken state. I push at him once more, but he doesn't have it. His hands tighten their grip on me, tossing me against the bed, pinning me down against my will.
***
-4 hours before-
"You're really going to try and talk me out of this aren't you?" I look at Harry as he sits at the bar of his mom's restaurant.
"Yes," he answers simply, finishing off his plate of biscuits and gravy. "End of story." I roll my eyes, taking his plate to the back.
Reese invited me to a Halloween party planned for later ton
