At first glance, Harry Styles was a normal teenager. He wasn't rich, but he managed to go through life. He wasn't popular, but he had friends. He didn't have a fully functional family, but he was happy, or at least he tried to convince himself he was. At first glance, Harry Edward styles was a normal being like you and me. But what was invisible to the naked eye was that he had suffered from sexual abuses.

His English teacher was a handsome fellow. He seemed like a normal kind hearted man. He was in his 30's, charismatic, and handsome. No one would have guessed he was a sexual offender and neither did Harry. Mr. Alex Blackwell had helped him with some of the difficult classes he had taken, but that didn't seem suspicious to Harry. To Harry, r. Blackwell was just a kind hearted man who cared for his students. But that all changed over the course of the school year. He remembered the first time his teacher 'accidentally' brushed up behind him. He wasn't bothered by it, he was his teacher and teachers were not sexual offenders. But then came the after school sessions that Mr. Blackwell practically forced him to go to.

"It's all for you Benefit . I just want you to excel in your subjects, Harry" " he remembered him saying

Harry didn't want to fail his classes and disappoint his mother; His mother was everything to him. He was happy that he was going to have more opportunities to pass his classes, but it all came with a price. The first time he showed up, he was expecting other students to attend the so called 'tutoring session' but it was just him and Mr. Blackwell.

The more he went, the more his teacher would find any way possible to get nearer to him and touch him. It was the last session he had gone to that opened his mind. At that point, he knew what his teacher was trying to do, he knew he was in deep. Not only had he fallen into a trap, but he could not get up from his seat. As much as he tried to find an excuse to leave, it seemed that his teacher knew what he was trying to do, and refused to let him go. If he thought that was the worst part, Mr. Blackwell began to digress from school work to more private matters.

"So Harry, Are you in a relationship?" he said, moving his hand closer to Harry's thigh. Harry was shocked. Mr. Eli knew Harry was on to his actions, but he didn't seem to care. Harry needed to find an excuse to leave and quick.

"I have to go" said Harry, trying to come up with a liable excuse.

"I know you want this as much as I do, Harry" his teacher was slowly nearing closer.

" I -I have to go now" said Harry as he was trying to leave, but his teacher was one step ahead.

"I don't think so." He had grabbed him roughly by the arm. Harry knew that would leave a nasty mark.

"Please" Harry whimpered.

P-please, if you let me go I-i promise I won't say a thing, I promise," he was close to tears. His arm hurt like a bitch now. He knew his plea would go on deaf ears.

"Please, please let me go pleas-" harry pleaded.

" Please, shut up," said Mr. Blackwell, throwing him to the floor.

"You are mine, boy. I won't let you leave this room without pleasing me" at this point harry knew he was going to get raped.

He was close to losing hope, hell he was already losing it. There was no one to hel-

"Harry, is that you in there?" said a familiar voice. He instantly recognized it as Niall, one of his friends.

"What's going on?" He could hear his friend outside the door. It was at this time that Harry appreciated the not-so sound proof walls.

"Don't" said Mr. Blackwell as he fixed his clothes and walked to open the door. Mr. Blakwell wouldn't harm Harry. Well, he would try not to. Harry was his soon to be prized possession. He had grown attached to the curly headed boy. Every since Harry was a freshman in high school, he became fixated with him. Now harry was a sophomore. He only knew the boy for two years, but that was enough to know that he needed Harry. He would not let him get away.

"Ah, Mr. Horan, how are you? Harry and I were just going over his grades of his previous test"

"I'm good Mr, Blackwell, but heard harry scream so I thouh-"

"You heard wrong Mr. Horan. Now if you would please leave so I could continue with Harry."

Harry was struggling to breathe, he was thankful that Niall had interrupted his teacher. He should have known something was off about Mr. Blackwell. He wasn't like any other teacher he had. No, he was always flirting with other female students, of course he was subtle as to not get caught, but he would always make sure Harry was looking.

Everything clicked.

"Niall!" he suddenly shouted. He jumped out of his seat and dashed through the door. He quickly grabbed Niall's wrists and fled the school.

"What's going on?" Niall questioned.

"He tried to take advantage of me" Harry said while he cried. Once they fled the school, they both went to Harry's house. No one was home.

"Whoa, what?!" Niall said looking shocked. Harry said nothing and continued to weep. Niall was beyond angry. This was Harry, his best friend. He knew there was something weird between his teacher and Harry. Of course, he didn't think Harry did anything with him, but he could tell his teacher had a thing for Harry. He tried to warn Harry, but he simply brushed it off as a joke.

"We have to tell someone about this" said Niall. Harry nodded his head. He didn't want that pervert to do this to him again, so something had to be done...

It had been a year and three months since then. He had gone to therapy, replayed that day over and over, relived his terrible memory when he had to explain it to his parents and then to the authorities. Harry remembered what happened after the incident as if it were yesterday. After he had spoken to the authorities, they the cops had gone to arrest Mr. Blackwell, but he was gone. It took them three agonizing days to find him, but when they finally did, Harry felt relived. He didn't have to face that monster anymore. But he was wrong for Mr. Blackwell vowed to come back and take Harry again, but this time he would not fail.