Persecute

Keona's POV

I couldn't stop sobbing. My legs were shaking, it was hard to breathe, and I had a headache. I always hate crying in front of people, but I couldn't control this time.

The thing that I'd least expect was Harry comforting me. But he hugged me and then picked me up. I didn't even question it, I had no energy.

He put me in the back seat of his car. I was wiping tears back and fourth with the sleeve of my sweater. Harry got into the driver's seat and started the car.

I took a deep breath, "Harry where are we going"

"You'll see." He said bluntly.

It kind of scared me. Was this another prank? He looks mad, he's gripping the steering wheel and his jaw is clenched. I don't know what scared me more; him being pissed off or this being some pathetic trick.

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"Keona, wake up." Harry whispered.

I opened my eyes and squinted when the sun blinded me. I looked out the window and didn't recognize where we were. If I had fallen asleep, it must be more then a 20 minute drive.

"Where are we?" I turned to face him.

His face was pale, I wonder why. "Follow me, and I'll explain."

I got out the car and followed him. Where we were was grassy but had lots of trees. Definitely not where we were earlier. But I didn't ask questions, I was just hoping he would explain soon because more and more thoughts are coming to mind.

Harry walked over to a tree that was rested on a hill. He layed down and looked at me. He moved his eyes toward the spot next to him, so I sat down, but kept my distance. God knows what's happening right now.

"Keona, why did you come to school today?" He asked.

I shrugged, "Because I have to." Lies, all lies.

"Stop lying to me."

I scoffed, "I'm not going to tell you my life story, Harry. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not very good at letting people into my life. Especially people who bully me." I didn't try to sound harsh, I told him everything in a calm way.

"I don't blame you for not trusting me," He scooted closer to me, "But trust me this time. No one knows I'm here with you, hell I didn't even I'd show you my special place."

"Special place?" I raised an eyebrow.

He nodded, "I don't have a perfect life yunno. Trust me, I've never showed anyone this place except you."

"Okay fine, I trust you. Today at least."

"Now I have some questions, but start off my answering my first one." He told me.

"Ron, my foster dad, he uhm," I held back more tears, "He threatened me. Said if I tell anyone then he'd hurt Zayn."

Harry's POV

I stopped breathing. First he rapes her, then threatens her? What a fucking physco!

"Keona, you have to tell the police." Suddenly, I was being protective. Why? I have no idea.

She shook her head, "I can't! They won't believe me, he's a grown man and I'm just a teenager."

"This was recent, can't they do some kind of test?"

She shrugged, "It's too late now. I live with him until I graduate, I can't do anything." By this time she was shaking.

"Keona, d-did he take your innocence?" I asked a little unsure.

Right then she began sobbing even harder. That gave me the answer I needed.

"Y-Yes he did. I was so s-scared Harry! No one was there and he beat me and raped me! And then he told me he'd hurt my bestfriend, I wanna die! Nothing goes right for me, it seems like life just wants to see how long I can live." She was furiously pulling at the grass.

I chewed my lip, "Then prove life wrong."

She looked up at me, "What?"

"Keona, it wants to see how long you can last. Then show life how fucking wrong it is! You can push through, I know you can." I wasn't good at giving advice, but so far I think I'm doing pretty well.

She was breathing heavily, "It's not that simple, Harry. So many people hate me, no offense, because you and your group made them hate me. What have I done to make you hate me so much?"

That caught me off guard, "Uhm I-I don't know. I guess you just looked like an easy target."

"For what? An easy target for what, Harry?" Her voice was low, but calm.

"For all my fucking anger okay! I don't know how to control it, alright! My parents expect so much from me, and they don't except who I am. Everyday, they tell me how I need to improve and it kills me. I'll never be good enough for them." I hung my head low.

"Harry, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, they seem like nice people." For once, I could hear simpathy. I knew that she actually meant what she said.

"I guess we both have it tough. But you're problem is way worse, I shouldn't even be complaining." I layed back and stared at the sky.

Keona sighed, "Harry if you don't complain, then you'll just put your anger out on more people. Or me."

She was right, "I have no one to talk to." I told her.

"Then make friends, real friends. You can talk to Zayn, he's one-hundred percent real. And more."

I sat up and smiled, "You're right I'll make new friends and start over. " I put out my hand, "Hi, I'm Harry. And you are?"

She looked puzzled at first but then shook my hand, "I'm Keona."

Notes

Sorry for the bad update! I'm on Spring Break with my cousins and yeah.

So glad I can work with Aby though, she's a fantastic author!

xx Jules