Song: No one can save me- Linkin Park –Nightcore Version

"Harley..." I gasp out his name in a long breath. It's been so long but he looks the same. Actually is growing more into a man. He looks like he has been working out and let's not mention anything about the week old facial hair. I almost didn't even recognize him.

"Cora." He says my name in a way that I don't like while he continues to press me up against the wall. Yes he for sure has been working out. He is so close to me that I can smell the rankness of cigarette smoke on his breath.

"Don't call me that...it's Coralie," I grunt. I try to push off of me; however he is so much stronger than I am as he pushes me back against the wall. I turn my head away from him so that I don't have to see him talking to me.

"I have always called you Cora. Now where have you been hiding; I was beginning to wonder if the rumors were true."

I quickly turn to look at him. "What rumors?"

The smirk on his face gets under my skin. "That you were locked away in some crazy house and you couldn't handle it so you killed yourself."

"What?"

He winks at me and looks down at my lips and back up into my eyes. "Just stupid rumors...you know things get around so fast."

I try to get out of his hold but he has me pretty well pinned to the wall. "Well...I'm alive." I roll my eyes at him again in frustration. "Can you please get your hands off of me?"

But he doesn't, he comes in closer to me, so close that I can feel his breathing on my neck. I turn my head away from him.

"Is that how you're going to treat me after all this time...come on I thought we had something special...you and I."

"Please...Stop! I don't want you touching me. I'm not like..."

"Like what? You should come and hang out with my friends."

I look toward the open area hoping that someone just might see me with him all up in my face. "I can't, I'm here with friends already."

"Yeah well...I have something you want." He digs into his front pocket and pulls out a small plastic bag that contains a few pills. I haven't done any of that in so long. It is completely erased from my system.

I shake my head furiously back and forth, there is no way in hell that I am going to do that shit again. "I'm not doing that anymore."

He brings it all the way up in my face and sniffs. "Believe me Cora...once you start this shit you will always have a craving for it."

"I don't want any." I try to push by him and he slams me a little harder against the wall. "Please...just leave me alone."

"You know, your brother started a lot of shit. Hell he even got Tyler thrown in jail. He didn't survive it by the way if you're wondering. See he was like the new kid on the block and he wasn't able to fight them off. He was stabbed several times."

I flinch in the process while turning my head again to avoid his eyes. "And...I had nothing to do with that."

"Well...you see you kinda owe me. Not only did he get my best friend killed, he fucked up a lot of my business."

I turn and glare into his eyes for a split second. "And that's still not my problem."

"But it is..." He runs his hand down my cheek, resting it under my chin. His finger and thumb practically pinch my chin forcing me to look at him.

My voice starts to crack, "Harley, I'm truly really sorry...but I'm not taking that shit...so stop asking me to. Now get the fuck off of me."

"I'm not asking." He pulls out a knife from his other pocket. "Come with me."

I feel my eyes sting with tears and I can't seem to yell because a knot has built up in my throat shutting off my passage ways. I feel the knife touch the edge of my fair skin. He then grabs my arm and pulls me towards the back part of the building.

"Where are we going?" I yell but he doesn't respond.

Before the double doors close, I look back and I see Maya starting at me. She looks frightened...speechless. All I can hope for is that she runs and tells the guys what the hell is happening. I just pray that they save me before it is too late. I don't know what he has planned for me but I know it's not going to be good.

When the doors open to the outside, his friends are in a truck right by the sidewalk waiting. I start to turn around to walk off and his hold tightens around my arm cutting off the blood circulation.

"Get in." He yells at me. When I don't budge one of the guys jump out and it takes both of them to throw me in. I kick and try to hit them while I am screaming at the top of my lungs for someone to help me.

He grabs a hold of my mouth to shut me up even though I continue to scream it comes out more like dying moans. When they manage to get me in I go to say something and he backhands the shit out of me to get me to shut up. My hands quickly go to my face. I look out the window to see if anyone even bothered to come help and no one is there. All I can think about is that this can't be happening as tears stream down my face.

He moves practically on top of me. "I have missed you...cheer up it can't be that bad." He starts to play with my hair and I try to move farther away.

I let out a sob, "Harley...just let me out...I don't want to go with you."

He opens his hand to reveal the little pill, however this time he holds two. I remember the first few times that he had me take it and how he would place it on the tip of my tongue and how not to long after that everything around me just didn't matter anymore. "Here take this...you will feel so much better in no time."

"I don't want it...how many times do I have to tell you." I slap his hand away and he drops the two pills in the floorboard.

"You're no fun...come on just one." He picks it up and holds it out for me to take.

"NO!" I scream out and they all glare over at me.

When the truck finally comes to a stop, they all get out. I stay in begging him to just leave me alone. He has to drag me up the steps and into the house. I assume the house belongs to one of them. It smells and is trashed out. He forces me down onto the couch that smells like mold...sweat...drugs and other crap I don't even want to know.

"Would you like something to drink?" One of them asks. I look him up and down and think to myself that there is no way in hell that I would take a drink from this guy. He has on dirty ripped jeans that looks like they have never ever been washed and his shirt is the same way with several stains that I really don't care to know from what.

"No thanks." I roll my eyes and look away from him the moment I realize we made eye contact.

He rolls his eyes and goes into the kitchen anyway bringing back a drink for everyone. He hands me one but I set it on the ash filled table. There are ashtrays scattered but of course they were over filling and so they didn't bother to empty it so you can see where they put some out on the table. There are also beer bottles and can and left over pizza in small paper plates.

"Don't be fucking rude...bitch...when someone offers you something you at least take some of it." He looks over at Harley. They nod heads in agreement about something. Harley then comes over to sit beside me, placing his hand on my knee. I try to scoot away but he holds on digging his nails into my skin.

"I'm not thirsty." I glare at him. "Look I really don't want to be here...take me home."

He smirks, "We are not ready to take you home. Now drink." He flashes the knife in the one hand while handing me the glass with the other hand.

I fight back the tears as I hold the glass with trembling hands. I bring it up to my nose and sniff...but there is not really a smell to it. Maybe if I pretend to drink or only take a sip he will be satisfied and leave me alone. However when I tilt it to take a small si, he tilts the glass forcing me to drink in more than I wanted to. I practically start gagging and some of it comes out. My throat is on fire. "What the hell is that?" I ask him while coughing up some of it.

"It's just vodka...you will be fine." And all of them start laughing hysterically. This is not going to end well.

I know for a fact that it is not....just vodka...seriously I'm not that stupid. I have been here before. Tyler was good at fixing drinks like this as well as Zayden's so called friend. I can't figure out why I keep getting myself into these predicaments, why does it feel like the universe is against me. I need to find a way out of here, away from all of them.

"I need to go to the bathroom," I tell him. I just need to find away out of this place.

"Do you now?" He looks back at me not believe a word that I say.

I slowly nod. "Yes...I won't be gone long."

He stands up and takes my hand to jerk me off the couch. He pulls me down the dark hallway. When he comes to a door he opens it and waits for me. I glance in and there is no way in hell that I am using that bathroom. However I step in and he continues to hold the door open for me.

"I can't go with you watching."

He rolls his eyes. "Fine...hurry up." He steps back and shuts the door.

No sooner than the door is closed, I rush over to the toilet, shoving two fingers down my throat and puke up everything. I really didn't need the two fingers because as I stare into the toilet, I quickly close my eyes. It looks like it has never been cleaned before and has this black moldy stuff around it and it reeks. I puke again and quickly move away while closing the lid.

There is a knock on the door. "Hurry up or I am coming in."

"Almost done." I yell back.

I look around but there is nothing that I can use as a weapon. There is however a small window and I try everything in my power to open it but it refuses to budge. Figures.

There is another knock on the door and without saying anything he comes in. "Let's go." He jerks my hand forcing me to go back into the living room where the others sit as if waiting just for me.

I turn my body into him and place my hand on his chest. I so don't want to be in this house, in this room with his friends. My heart starts to race and I can feel myself panicking. Cora is with me now and I can almost feel Willow ready to fight for me. "Harley...please...I'm begging you to let me go."

"But we wanted to have a little fun first for old time sake." He lets out this wicked laugh and pulls my arm. 

"I don't feel so good...please," I continue to beg him to just let me go.

"Cora...you just puked...I'm sure you will be fine in a little while." He shoves me down on the couch next to one of the guys. Crap...he heard me puking...that's just great.

"Cora...baby...my friend Eric here is Tyler's brother...anyway he wants to give you a little something...believe me you may want to take it."

I look over at the guy sitting next to me and he does resemble his brother Tyler, however he is a little bigger than Tyler. He is holding up a syringe. There is no way in hell he is sticking me with that needle. I start to stand up and Harley pushes me forcefully back down. He has to practically get on top of me to hold me down while this guy shoves the needle into my arm. My arm feels like it's on fire and suddenly it starts going numb...matter of fact all me starts to go numb very slowly. I feel the drug working its magic...everything goes blurry and I stop fighting back...I try to keep my eyes open but it's difficult and everything around me goes dark.