Hey, everyone, I've been reading Fan fiction for a while now and I've decided to try my hand at it. Not much to say now except…Enjoy!
Summary – Ron's got a terrible secret. He's not eating, he's pale and he hates being touched. His friends try to find out what's wrong with him, but when Harry does, will he regret ever asking. Contains abuse scenes. You have been warned!
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Chapter 1 – Sleepless nights.
Ron sat in the corner of his room, watching the thin beams of moonlight that had seeped through his curtains. He rested his head in his hands and stared at the dusty, wooden floor. A lonely tear strayed from his eye and splashed off the knee of his jeans, turning it a darker blue to the rest of the material. He winced to try and block out the memories of that night as they came rushing back to him. He looked down at his arms, eyeing the single, deep cut that ran across the underside of his right arm. He ran his index finger across the fresh cut. He gasped as the memory forced its way into his head, more vivid than before!
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Ron was sat on his bed, holding a bottle of firewhiskey. He took a gulp of it and handed it to a tall, brown haired boy who was sitting next to him.
"Get that down ya, Craig." Craig smiled at him and took it. Ron stared at him in amazement as he gulped a quarter of the bottle. "Steady on!" Ron scolded as he ripped the bottle away from his mouth. "It took me ages to steal that from downstairs!" He continued, in mock anger. Craig choked and struggled to drink his mouthful.
"D-don't do that! I almost died, then!" Craig laughed. He screwed the lid onto the bottle of ginger liquid and set it down on the floor.
"Don't be stupid!" Ron laughed, "You're overdoing it a bit, don't you think?" Craig widened his eyes.
"Me? You're the one who is slurring his words!" It was obvious that Ron wasn't listening because his eyes were flitting between closed and open. "Ron?" No answer.
Ron was listening to the muffled sounds of the party downstairs as he drifted into sleep. Suddenly, he felt a nondescript force against his face. It took a while for him to realise that his lips had been captured by Craig's. Ron's eyes shot wide open. He pushed Craig off him.
"what are you doing?!" He gasped. Craig's eyes turned to slits.
"Oh, c'mon, Ron! Don't tell me you don't want it!" He leaned forward again, but Ron tilted his head to the side.
"S-sorry…but…" Craig wrapped a strong hand around Ron's face and forcefully turned his head to him. "Craig! No!" But he didn't seem to be listening. Ron gasped as he felt some cold hands roaming underneath the waistline of his jeans. "Stop it!" Craig pulled back for a moment, causing Ron to sigh in relief. Suddenly, the taste of blood was present in Ron's mouth and his vision had exploded into a blurred mess as Craig's fist met with his face. Ron was oblivious to his situation for a while until he felt the cold air of his room nip at his lower half, he realised as his vision realigned that he was naked from the waist down and Craig had forced himself in-between Ron's legs. Suddenly, as if he had just awoken from a coma, Ron started to struggle against his attacker. Craig punched Ron hard in his stomach, causing him to cough and splutter. A tear rushed down Ron's cheek as he heard the dreadful sound of a zip being undone.
"Just relax." He heard Craig whisper. He positioned himself over the smaller, innocent boy. Ron stared in into the crazed eyes of his attacker in horrific realisation of what was happening. He pushed into the smaller, Ginger-haired boy, causing him to scream out in agony. He leaned over him, restricting his movement with his weight. Then he pushed in again.
"Agh!" Ron wailed, "S-stop!" But Craig wasn't listening. He sped up, as so did Ron's cries of agony. The burning pain got worse and worse with each movement. He didn't even feel Craig grab a fistful of his hair and tug on it. Then, with a sickening grunt, Craig made one last push into him, making him scream louder and longer than before…
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The knees of Ron's jeans were now dark with tears. He sat, huddled in the corner. Completely alone.
"Where were you, Harry?" He whispered to his empty room. He pressed against the wall and pushed himself to his feet, gasping at the pain he felt in his lower half. "Agh!" He choked as he staggered over to his desk and grabbed something off it. He held the sharp object the smooth, white skin of his arm. He looked out of his window, allowing the silver light of the moon to illuminate his pale, tear-soaked face, "Where were you?!" He shouted as he dragged it across.
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Right! That's it for chapter one! What do you think? Just so you know, this will be a long story so I hope I have so loyal readers. More will be revealed on the ins and outs of that night later on! Thank you for reading and please let me know what you think of it. I need to know weather I should continue or not. Thanks - DL