the song for this chapter is Rapture, by Tom Walker :)

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No one here to come save me

Got the fear, but who can blame me?

Start running, running, it's the rapture

Coming, they're gonna catch ya

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Tate

I marched angrily through the park, completely ignoring Harry calling out my name to come back. It had started to rain, but I didn't care, my face was already wet with tears. I can't believe that someone who lost their own mother, would be selfish enough to put someone else in the same situation. I decided that this was all the proof I needed that everything that happened last night was utter and complete bullshit. I wanted to wash my mouth out with soap, the thought of Harry's lips ever touching mine again was enough to make me sick to my stomach.

I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to hurry up and find the rest of the damned key and get the journals so that I could at least see Abel again. It'd be nice to see a friendly face before I was marched to my death.

I felt the hot tears streaming down my face as I stormed through the wet grass. A couple riding their bikes rode past me and gave me a concerned look, before continuing on their way. I didn't care if I got weird stares, I just wanted to get back to the car and go back to sleep, or even just pretend to be asleep, so I didn't have to look at Harry's face again.

I took a left and kept on walking, trying to find the parking lot. I really wish that I remembered this place, so I could figure out where the hell I was. I was sure I'd stumble out into the parking lot sometime soon, so I just continued on my way.

I could no longer hear Harry's voice shouting after me, and I was extremely grateful for that. I wanted to be away from him, and I think that if I saw him right now, I would punch him right in the face.

Walking further through the park, it slowly became less and less populated. The benches and small attractions it had started to vanish the farther I went. Soon it was just me and the trees, and I came to the conclusion that I was definitely lost. And of course, I didn't have a phone to find directions on, because Harry had stolen it from me, along with my freedom.

I finally stopped walking and buried my face in my hands, soaking them with my tears and rain. My body was shaking now as I just stood there and sobbed, with no one but mother nature to hear my cries.

"What's the matter, pretty lady? You lost?" A deep voice suddenly called out.

I felt chills run up and down my spine, and the tears of sadness I had been shedding quickly turned into tears of fear.

"You know, it's not safe for a little thing like yourself to be alone in a park, even during the daytime," they continued, their voice having a creepy sing-song tone to it.

I heard the sound of leaves and twigs crunching under their footsteps, and I was frozen in panic.

"Although it blows for you that you're lost, it worked out pretty well for me," they spoke, their voice beginning to get louder, signaling that they were closing in on me.

The footsteps continued until I could hear them only a few feet away from me, the mystery man's voice crystal clear as he spoke again.

"Because I found exactly what I was looking for."

I snapped out of my frozen state and slowly spun around.

It was a younger man, he looked to be about twenty-five or so, he was tall, not as tall as Harry though. He had light brown hair that was pushed back away from his face, and brown eyes. He was a little stockier than Harry, although I wouldn't say that it was muscle.

He had a menacing look on his face, and I wanted to vomit as he looked me up and down, licking his lips.

"My, my, you're a pretty little thing, aren't you? Just like your mother. I hope you got the pictures we sent, don't worry, you both looked good in all of them," he sneered, and my heart fell straight to the ground.

I couldn't speak. My mouth was bone dry and my hands were clammy as he stared me down.

He pouted his lip out at me in fake concern. "Aw, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Well, that's fine, don't worry about speaking. I can think of some better uses for that mouth of yours," he chuckled, beginning to walk towards me.

"What do you want from me?" I cried, slowly backing away.

He tutted at me and shook his head disapprovingly. "Now, now, let's not play dumb, kitten. You know exactly what I want, although, now that I've seen you in person, there's some other stuff I wouldn't mind getting from you as well."

"I don't have anything!" I replied, still backing away from him and putting my hands in front of me defensively.

"I know you found something here honey, and I'm going to get where it is out of you one way or another," he chuckled, biting his lip and scanning my body.

"Please, I don't have it, please," I begged, not caring how pathetic I sounded.

"Tell me where it is, there's no use in begging angel. You're a goner either way," he laughed.

In life, there is a time to fight, and there is a time to flee.

And this was definitely a time to flee.

I spun around, taking off into a sprint. My blood was pumping and I could hear nothing but my heartbeat ringing in my ears. I pushed my body to its limit as I ran and ran, not caring where I went, as long as I got away.

Suddenly a large hand grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back with such force that I slammed onto the wet ground, pain searing through my body as I collided with it.

My attacker climbed on top of me, holding my small body down under the weight of his own. I kicked my legs wildly about, thrashing underneath him, trying to do anything I could to escape.

He just laughed as I struggled, grabbing both of my wrists in one hand and pinning them against the ground, his grip so tight that I could feel it cutting off my circulation. He brought his other hand down to my face and traced a disgusting finger down my cheek, before gripping my jaw harshly.

"If you want to struggle, that's fine by me. I quite like a challenge," he sneered. "Tell me where the fuck it is," he demanded, squeezing my jaw harder.

"Stop!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

He released my jaw for a second, only to bring his hand back and swing it roughly against my cheek, causing me to cry out in pain.

"Shut up you bitch! Tell me where it is, or I'll just get a head start on what I want to do to you."

This is it. This is where I die. I thought to myself, the depressing realization only making me cry harder. I knew that no matter what happened, I would probably end up dead. But I didn't think it'd be so soon, and that this is how it would happen. With me on the ground being held down by the perverted hands of this disgusting man.

I didn't want to die like this. If I had to die I wish that he would just shoot me. I wanted it to be quick and painless, and I knew that that is nowhere near what this creep had in mind.

So I did the only thing I could think of.

"Harry!" I screamed, the sound of it piercing and blood-curdling as it echoed throughout the trees, causing a few birds to scatter out from the trees above me. I had never been more jealous of a bird as I was right now, wanting nothing more than to just spread my wings and fly away.

The man backhanded me this time, much harder than the first blow he delivered.

"I said, shut the fuck up!" He seethed, sending another smack across my face.

I didn't care. If I was going to die now, I wasn't going down without a fight.

"Harry!" I screamed again, even louder than the first time.

The man moved his hand to my throat this time, squeezing it with such force it felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my head.

"No one is coming to help you darling. And if you're going to be this difficult, it looks like it's time for me to start having some fun," he grinned, moving the hand that was holding my hands down to my face, his other hand still in a vice grip around my neck.

My own hands instantly flew to grab ahold of his arm, trying desperately to push him back. He just laughed and added more pressure to my throat, causing me to let out a strangled gasp.

He trailed his free hand down my face, then down to my shoulder, grabbing onto the collar of my shirt, before yanking his hand back and tearing the shirt a little bit.

I tried to scream, but the only sounds I could manage were small croaks as I felt myself becoming lightheaded.

"Don't worry, pet, I'll make sure to give that pretty mother of yours the same treatment when I go to pay her a visit. Maybe she'll be more cooperative than you are," he chuckled, and I felt every amount of anger I had in me increase tenfold, a newfound strength erupting within me, giving me the strength to push his arm back, and shove him to the ground.

He looked stunned at my sudden display of force, and I instantly took in big gasps of air, trying to catch my breath. I stood up, and he dusted himself off and did the same. Before he had a chance to walk towards me though, I marched towards him, and I could practically feel the steam coming out of my ears with the amount of rage I had within him.

He looked at me quizically as I marched up to him, and before he could reach out and grab me again, I brought my hand back and swung it across his face so hard it caused him to stumble back a bit.

"If you ever talk about my mother that way again, it will be the last thing you say," I seethed.

He looked absolutely furious now and began storming towards me.

"You shouldn't have done that, dollface. That was the last thing that you will ever say," he spoke darkly.

I screamed out again, my one final effort to signal for help.

"Harr-"

But I was cut off by his hand clamping down around my throat, pushing me back until I collided with a tree trunk, moving his hand up to further cut off my oxygen supply. The rain was falling harder now, and I wished that I could drown in it. Anything would be better than what this man had in store for me.

"Shut up. Now, where were we?" he sneered, bringing his free hand to my torn short, before roughly tugging it again, causing it to tear even more, exposing the top of my bra.

He licked his lips and looked at me hungrily like I was his prey, and he fully intended on playing with his food.

He traced his hands along the top of my breasts and I wanted to vomit. I was growing woozier by the second, and part of me hoped that I would just pass out so that I wouldn't have to be conscious and endure this.

No one was coming to help me. I could hardly breathe, let alone scream. I was going to die, and it was going to be a slow and agonizing death, and the part that sickened me the most was that he said he was going after my mother next.

I grasped my hands weakly on his arm, trying to regain the strength I had previously had, but it was no use.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out my attacker's hands trailing over my chest, and down my waist, doing my best to get any amount of air that I could beneath the crushing pressure on my throat. Trying so hard to just make myself wake up from this nightmare.

Suddenly, the pressure on my throat was lifted, and the hand on my body was removed. For a second, I seriously wondered if this was a nightmare, but then I opened my eyes.

There stood Harry, soaking wet from the rain, his hair falling down onto his forehead. He had my attacker pinned up against another tree, and I could see Harry's muscular body literally shaking with anger. His nostrils were flaring as he clamped his hand around the man's throat, before pulling back his free hand and using it to punch him in the face.

"Get your fucking hands off of her," he seethed through gritted teeth, before bringing his fist back and hurling it against my attacker's jaw.

I stood there, clutching at my own throat, knowing that there had to be bruises from how hard he had choked me, gasping for air as I watched Harry.

It was pretty ironic, how earlier I had never wanted to see Harry again, but now, I had never been happier to see anyone in my life.

Harry grabbed the man by his hair, before roughly slamming it back against the tree multiple times. I was frozen as I watched. I thought that I had seen Harry angry before, but what I had seen was just the tip of the iceberg.

Harry had a murderous look in his eyes as he continuously slammed his fists against the man, blood splattering out.

The man let out a growl and pushed Harry back, slamming his own fist against Harry's face and I screamed as I watched Harry stumble back a bit.

The man then turned and began to walk back towards me, and I watched in horror as I saw him reach into his back pocket and pull out a gun, cocking it and pointing it towards me. I closed my eyes as I heard the gunshot go off, waiting for the bullet to pierce through me, but it never came.

I heard the man yell in agony and opened my eyes to find him on the ground, his hands by my feet. I looked back up to see Harry holding his own gun, which he had fired into one of the man's legs.

The man hissed in pain, but would not give up. He reached one of his hands forward and grabbed my ankle, jerking it roughly and causing me to tumble down to his level, hitting my head on the tree behind me as I fell.

I winced at the impact and let out a small cry as the man then grabbed my leg, tugging me harshly closer to him. He brought up his gun again, moving it to aim it at my head, but before he got the chance to pull the trigger, Harry ripped him back by his hair, throwing him down onto the ground a few feet away from me.

Harry got on top of him, in the same way that the man had pinned me down earlier, grabbing my attacker's gun out of his hands and tossing it behind him.

I could see the veins popping out of Harry's neck as he grabbed his own gun and pulled his arm back, opening his mouth to speak.

"I said: Don't. Fucking. Touch. Her!" He screamed, slamming the barrel of his gun against the man's head after each work.

Blood was pouring down the man's face, and I thought I was going to pass out at the sight of it. Splatters of it had made its way onto Harry's face, the rain causing it to streak down his cheeks, leaving bright crimson trails as it traveled across his skin.

"Who the fuck do you work for?" Harry demanded, his voice sounding venomous.

The man just scoffed at him as the blood continued to pour out from his leg and from the gashes on his face.

"Tell me!" Harry screamed.

"I'm not telling you a fucking thing," the man laughed, turning his head to look at me.

"And besides, even if you kill me, that isn't gonna protect your little bitch. More people will come after her to get the information we want. And once we get the information, I'm sure we wouldn't mind getting some other stuff out of her as well. And once we have what we want, and we have our fun, we'll put a bullet right through that pretty little skull of hers-"

I screamed as Harry suddenly pulled out his gun, and pulled the trigger, sending a bullet flying through the man's head. Harry's chest was heaving up and down, every muscle in his body tensed up. He brought his gun back again and swung it across the man's lifeless skull. He did it again, and again, and again. Bashing his head in as though killing him wasn't enough.

"Harry," I called out, my voice shaking.

He kept going, blood flying into the air and turning Harry's once silver gun to a bright red.

"Harry!" I cried out again.

He wouldn't stop, and I was shaking as I sat on the ground. I had never seen this side of Harry before. I knew he was strong, and I knew he was dangerous, but right now, he was like an animal as he attempted to mutilate his already dead victim.

"Harry he's dead!" I screamed, shutting my eyes and wrapping my arms around my legs, hugging them close to me as I struggled to catch my breath, panic flooding through me. My whole body was shuddering and I felt the tears pour out even more down my cheeks.

I sat like that for a minute or two, before taking a few more deep breaths and opening my eyes.

Harry looked down at the dead body on the ground, and then back up at me, looking mortified that he had just done that in front of me, that he had lost control that badly.

He stood up slowly, drops of blood covering his face and his arms.

He walked over to me hesitantly, and his eyes were filled with such pain as he looked down at me.

He crouched down in front of me, reaching a blood-covered hand out towards me, and I slowly leaned my head back, not wanting to be anywhere close to that blood.

Harry noticed and instantly went to wipe his hands off on his pants.

"Tate...I...I'm so..." he trailed off, tracing his finger lightly over the welts on my cheek, and then down to the marks on my throat, and I winced slightly.

"I'm so sorry, Tate. I never should have let you walk away from me," he whispered, his voice full of anguish and pain.

The tears were burning in my eyes, and I knew no matter how mad I was at Harry, the only thing I wanted right now was to be held. And so, with a trembling lip and my shaky limbs, I threw myself into his arms, wrapping my own arms around his neck and crying into the crook of his neck.

Harry's strong arms wrapped around my body, hugging me close and rubbing my back as I sobbed uncontrollably.

No matter how much I tried to deny it, Harry's arms felt like the safest place in the world right now, and I didn't want to let go.

"P-Please, get me out of here," I cried into his neck, and I felt him nodding.

"Okay Tate, I'll get you out of here," he whispered.

"T-Thank y-"

"Stop. Don't even say thank you. I should have been here sooner. I should have been here before he ever laid a hand on you, I should have stopped you from leaving," he murmured into my shoulder, hugging me tighter.

I just continued to cry until Harry eventually pulled back from me, bringing one of his hands up to cup my face gently.

It was beginning to get dark out, the rain still continuing to pour down on us.

"I have to um..I have to..." he trailed off, glancing back towards the lifeless body behind him.

I nodded, letting him know I understood what he meant. He stared at my face, looking broken as he studied the marks scattered across it, before standing up and walking over to his bag, getting out his shovel, and beginning to dig.

A slight shudder passed through me as I knew this was not Harry's first time doing this. After about an hour, the hole was deep enough to place to body in it. I stayed turned away from him, not wanting to watch as he buried the man who tried to kill me.

I jumped slightly when I felt a hand on my shoulder, but felt relief as I turned and saw Harry, his bag over his shoulder. He reached out his hand, and I grabbed it. He steadily pulled me up, using one arm to hold my waist, scared that I would collapse at any moment.

We were completely drenched by the rain, and I shivered slightly, looking down and remembering my ripped shirt, covering my chest up and blushing. Feeling embarrassed and dirty.

Harry noticed and another pained look flashed across his face. He reached into his bag and pulled out a black tshirt, and handed it to me.

I stared at him so intently, trying to make sense of him, and I honestly didn't know if I ever would be able to. I slipped on the shirt and mumbled a quiet thank you.

Harry just nodded and put his arm around me, hugging me close and tried to get me warm. We began the long and quiet walk back to the car, the fresh t-shirt on my body becoming completely soaked with water by the time we made it back.

Harry opened the car door open for me and helped me inside, and then went and tossed his bag into the backseat, before getting into the driver's seat. He immediately cranked up the heat, aiming the vents towards me, not caring about his own warmth.

"Let's get you warm, okay? And then we will find a hotel to stay in for the night. We will get you some food, and dry clothes, and a shower and a clean bed," he spoke, his voice soft and full of concern.

I just nodded, feeling my lip begin to tremble again as I opened it to speak.

"I'm sorry."

Harry looked at me like I was insane. "What the hell are you sorry for?"

"For what I said, about you not caring about anything. For yelling at you. For walking away from you," I mumbled.

He reached out and grabbed one of my hands, running his thumb over it gently.

"Tate, you don't have to apologize. I should have told you about your mom the second I found out. If I had, you wouldn't have stormed off today, and you wouldn't have been..." he paused, looking up at my face.

"You wouldn't have been hurt. The fact that he tried to..." he winced at the thought.

"If I hadn't been there, you could have been killed," he sighed, looking away from me.

I squeezed his hand, causing his gaze to flit back over to me.

"But you were there, Harry. You saved my life."

He scoffed at my words. "Yeah, and if I hadn't gotten involved in your life, none of this would be happening to you in the first place."

"Yes it would, Harry. Obviously, a lot of people want this software. If it hadn't been you, it would have been someone else. And I doubt they would have treated me near as well as you have," I whispered.

He sighed, staring out the windshield.

"Let's go, Harry. Let's get out of here, please," I spoke softly, and he looked back over to me again.

"Okay, princess. Let's get out of here," he agreed, putting the car in drive and pulling out of the parking lot.

The rain thumped against the windows as we drove into the night. We didn't speak much, because I don't think either of us knew what to say. We knew that what had happened the night before would now be damn near impossible to forget. I knew that it made everything ten times more complicated.

I still wouldn't say I had feelings for Harry, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't deny how safe he had made me feel, or the fact that some part of him cared for me, considering he literally just killed for me.

I didn't want to think about that now though. I just wanted to change my wet clothes, eat some food, and get into bed.

Despite not knowing what it was that I felt for Harry, I knew that after what happened tonight, I needed him. I needed to be held. I needed to keep feeling the safety that he provided me. I needed to find comfort in my world of discomfort, and it seemed that for now, Harry was the only one capable of easing my pain.

So I closed my tired eyes, leaning my head against the window as we drove through the winding roads. I pushed out the thoughts colliding in my head and decided that I didn't want to worry about anything else tonight. Tomorrow was a new day, one that I am sure would come equipped with enough troubles of its own, and tonight...

I just needed to be untroubled.

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