“Dark” (The agony doubled!)

[Review originally published in Italian, then also in Spanish. English translation made by Ciambella198, with the revision of Light Wolf and JoSeBach.]

Here we are with the second part of our “Dark” review. For the ones who have just joined us, we recommend you to go read Evgenij’s first part review about the first ten chapters of this “bad boy Harry Styles” character archetypical fic.

Now, fanwriter91 will take the wheel, advised by his guiding spirit Princess Luna.

Let’s start!

No, first I’ll check if I have everything I need:

1) coffee to give me strength;

2) epic background music to keep me awake;

3) decent characters to keep me company so I won’t collapse.

Now we can actually start! The battle is calling us!

In the last episode: the female protagonist, with the funny name Bo, is harassed and stalked by Harry Styles. Bo’s mother, a victim of Harry’s Sith mind control techniques, or of her own stupidity, forces her daughter to go out with him. A series of absurd and gruesome moments follow, which show, however, how toxic the relationship between the two is: for example, Harry stalks Bo and spies her from the window while she’s undressing, Bo risks drowning during a vain escape attempt, and a normal boy who defended her is beaten up by Harry. Then, the twist: a maggot tries to rape Bo, but Harry saves her (because “she’s his”). So, after these excellent premises, their love story begins.

We left the pair of lovebirds (although it would be better to call Harry a vulture) in their bed, supposedly a king-sized one from the way it is described: evidently, the bad boy, who seems to be broke, wants to be comfortable while having sex.

The next morning, Harry and Bo, now happily dating (she escaped an attempted rape only the night before, but these are meaningless details), wake up, she’s a little intimidated, he’s always ready to say some naughty jokes. Harry even calls her “love”.

Our proximity nearly caused me to fall out of the comfortable bed. Harry’s long fingers trailed down my exposed arm. I felt him blow across the skin as his lips hovered slightly above it creating goose bumps. I quickly stumbled from the bed feeling disorientated, accidently knocking into the bedside table. My hands darted out before the lamp fell to the floor. I let out a sigh as I moved it back to its place.

Anastasia Steel is a great teacher, I’d say. This girl started her career as a falling star.

Bo then tries to take a shower and Harry would like to join her, in order “to save water and all that”.

Seriously, here they would look just like a normal couple if it wasn’t for everything that happened before.

After some fluff, Harry makes things clear: she has to go home with him, taking the car, not the bus.

“No.” Harry sternly interrupted. “I’m taking you home.”

His rough tone told me it was probably better to just do as he said and not argue with him. I heard the front door slam moments later, signalling Harry had left.

Harry is wrong, even here: if he wanted to protect her from the creep that had tried to rape her a few hours earlier (and it would be a valid motive if he were not a depraved madman with control manias), it would make sense wanting to accompany her. What doesn’t it’s that Bo accepts because Harry’s tone leaves no room for arguments. A lover, as he should be (he called her “love” a few lines before), would get close to her and explain the motives of such a decision. Maybe he would have insisted, but he wouldn’t have used an imposing tone unless he was really scared. And believe me, in this case, he’s just possessive.

Shortly thereafter, Bo gets out of bed. 

My eyes curiously fell on the front door before I moved towards it. I took the handle in my right hand, my left holding the plait I still had to find a tie for. It didn’t surprise me when it wouldn’t budge. Harry had a thing about locking me in, maybe he was afraid I would run away.

This is called kidnapping! Right now, Bo doesn’t even have a chance to get out!

Let’s make a distinction: I, too, had locked the door when one of my family members was asleep. That’s because you can never know if some bad guy can come in and try to get in. But I left them the keys, and in plain sight. Here he is relegating a girl into the house, without giving her a chance to decide. Did he do it because he’s afraid she might run away? Well, you know, usually what’s relegated to space they can’t get out of for any reason unless the master orders them to? Cattle. And we all know where it ends.

And finally, what does it mean that Harry had “a thing about locking [her] in”, if this is the first time Bo goes to his house?!

I aimlessly walked round the living room, a few pictures catching my eye. Most were with his friends, but there was one with Harry, a girl round his age and what looked to be his mum. He was sat in the middle, arms slung round the shoulders of the two women. I smiled at how happy they looked, with Harry displaying his deep dimples.

I think we’ve all already figured out that one of those two is going to be either his sister or his girlfriend. The question is, what tragic event had led him to separate from them and become a stalker?

And… Friends? I can already imagine how good these guys will be. If I knew that a friend of mine is a molester, firstly I would try to reason with them, then I would go and report them, or at least I would break up every connection with them.

Harry Styles accompanies her home, teases her with a few dirty comments and he pulls Bo out of the car as if she were a rag doll.

I jumped as his hot tongue ran a wet line up my neck. I hadn’t even noticed my eyes were squeezed shut until I opened them. Harry withdrew, a cheeky grin spread across his face as he winked at me. I was left stunned as he opened his car door and jogged round to my side. Large hands held my hips as he helped me down.

Back home, Bo wonders what she should do.

I would say “report both him and the rapist of the night before”, but we have noticed that, when it comes to hot guys, Bo has no trust for the police and similar institutions.

Let’s move to cliché number 118, which is:

My mum had been away for a little while. She was visiting a relative I had never met before, who had been taken ill.

A relative of Bo’s mother that had to be very close to… that’s sarcasm, of course, since they don’t appear anywhere in the story. Taking your daughter with you? No, huh? And how long is she going to stay away?

In this kind of fanfictions usually the parent goes out of the way to allow the bad boy to act undisturbed, and even here… I don’t see much difference. In fact, this is perhaps the first time this cliché has been used in the One Direction fandom!

Oh, the mother, from the phone calls, seems a little depressed. I think this unnamed relative will be out of the picture soon. I’m still surprised that the woman breaks down for it, but she doesn’t express concern about the fear her daughter showed with Harry or her silence after the first date. You know, the one that ended with the desperate escape and the missed drowning in the harbor.

Wait! 

Zoe, Bo’s generic friend, sent her a message! Yes, at last! Now she should have overcome the initial fear and so will tell her that she has alerted her relatives and friends! Someone is finally going to act to put behind the bars that stalk…

Zoe: “Hey 🙂 Just wanted to let you know we’re having a film night round mine tomorrow. BRING ICECREAM!! Xx”

(The PC flies out the window.)

Bo is then contacted by Harry, who sends her fluffy messages in which he asks her for her middle name and other things that make our Hope/Bo blush.

Blush.

Blush.

Blush.

MY BRAIN HAS TEMPORARILY COMMITTED SUICIDE.

However, at her friends’ gathering, Bo tells them all about how Harry saved her (whether she also said that she ended up there because of him or how he did it just because he considers her his property, it is not known).

“Maybe he’s not as bad as we thought? Harry seems alright.” Lucy suggested.

Let’s see:

– he repeatedly harassed Bo, by terrorizing her and leaving obvious signs of hickeys on her neck (sexual harassment, verbal and physical threats);

-he threatened the waitress (verbal threats);

-he beat Steve up and broke his nose (aggression with injuries, since a broken nose, lasts for a long time, those counts as serious or perhaps even very serious, depends on the damage);

-he confined Bo in the house against her will (kidnapping);

-he stalked her from the beginning of the first chapter (stalking).

AND HE “ISN’T THAT BAD”?! 

When Bo forgets her cell phone, the generic assholes uses it to text Harry and tell him the colour of her underwear.

This man is a criminal, and here they are trying to make readers forget about it all! 

He did a good deed, but his motivation was “she’s mine and no one else can harass her but me”: what a beautiful person! Isn’t it that, maybe, he just wants to manipulate her and have a personal slave?!

Remember that in the beginning Bo thought Harry had managed to deceive her mother through his “charm”.

At night, Bo returns home (why she doesn’t stay at the generic assholes’ house, nobody knows), and, in front of a pub, over a street and past an alley, she sees…

My body stopped. I could tell the situation was tense, the stances of the men a little defensive. My vision stayed locked on the group as I witnessed Harry forcefully shove one of the guys away. I didn’t know what to do. My mind was telling me to walk away, but I couldn’t. The rate of my breathing increased as one of them held Harry to the wall. The other delivered a heavy punch to his stomach.

“HARRY!”

Oh my! Do you see what I see?

Some good boys have assaulted the nefarious Harry and are punishing him for all the evil he’s done!

Ok, seriously, Harry is acting in self-defense, but I can already imagine the intricate backgrounds and… and nothing, it’s just Jake and his buddies. For those who forgot, Jake is the blood-beaten beta male rapist of the previous day. He was quick to recover from Harry’s punches. 

Jake. His cuts had healed slightly, but his bruised eyes looked painful. The right, darker than the left. A smirk crossed his injured features as he watched me sprint up to them. When I reached them my arms were roughly tugged behind my back by the man I assumed to be Jake’s friend. I was forced to watch, desperately looking to Harry; his jaw tight with anger.

In which country is this set? Is everyone here fighting? Police? Security? 

Ralph Winchester:- The answer is the amazing Ralph!-

Okay, Harry, who must be drunk, is losing, how’s Bo going to save him?

My elbow sharply jutted back into the stomach of the man detaining me. He cursed before shoving me away. He quickly disappeared out of the alley and onto the street, clearly displeased that I had put up a fight.

Huh? But isn’t he someone who was participating, if not as an attacker, as an accomplice, in beating someone whose body is like a trunk? How the hell does a little girl manage to hurt him with no training at all? And how did she elbow him if he held her still, her arms folded behind her? I mean, this guy faced a colossus, and yet he runs away intimidated by a little girl weighing about 110 pounds, clumsy and awkward, who clumsily and awkwardly attempts to resist? Lock her up again!

A very brief argument rises, with Bo slapping Jake. 

Ouch, it looks bad for them: the one who tried to rape her the previous day earlier, who brooded revenge and who just beat Harry (drunk and therefore powerless), is there in front of her. 

What’s going to happen now?

Nothing: Jake leaves.

Why? I’m not saying I want to see a little girl being raped, but, if you create a delinquent, be consistent, don’t make him the classic one-dimensional villain who loses 99 times out of 100 and then, the only one time he wins, he flees saying “Muahahaha, you’ll get your punishment next time, live in fear, muahahaha!”.

While Bo takes Harry home, drunk and fresh from a beatdown, he fondles her ass. And he flirts with her all the way home.

I have to hold on… 

In case you’re wondering, why did Bo defend Harry? Because they were “hurting” him.

Outstanding motivation! However, why was it okay when Harry used that “he got in the way” as the motivation to beat Steve and considered bulletproof? Because Harry’s hot!

Dear authors, dear readers of this fic, don’t you see how extremely superficial these messages are and how they contribute to spreading rape culture with such intensity?

At home, Harry has to change and so here we have a bare-chested scene.

But does the author know that her idol has four nipples?

https://www.allure.com/story/harry-styles-confirms-he-has-four-nipples

On this regard, I can’t help but notice that in the photos Harry has just the air and physique of a typical street hitter, don’t you think?

Anyway, we move on to Harry’s POV and…

Boys, girls, everyone take a deep breath: here comes the moment in which the bad boy will find compassion and atonement. Readers, go close your windows so no one will hear you cussing, and nothing will fall on the heads of passers-by.

In fact, before we start, let’s play a game: what will turn a sweet and candid soul like Harry into a serial stalker?

You have ten seconds to guess it!

Tic tac, tic tac, tic tac…

And the answer is…

“M-my dad used to hit my mum.” I stuttered.

I watched as her eyes filled with concern.

“I tried to stop him, but I wasn’t strong enough.”

Here we also have the cliché of the violent father! And because he wanted to defend a woman from abuse, Harry became a women abuser himself!

Of course, it makes sense! Or not.

From this dialogue we also find out that Jess, Harry’s beloved sister, had started dating a bad guy, and every night she comes back with bruises.

“But a year later my mum kicked him out, they split up and the beating stopped. That’s why I couldn’t believe it when Jess started going out with a complete bastard. She used to come home with bruises up her arms and when I asked her about them she would just brush it off saying she had fallen or knocked into something…she told me she loved him.”

At that point… The flashback starts! 

It literally says *Flash back*, shortly after the inevitable POV.

Here I have to copy almost everything, I don’t want you to lose anything.

*Flash back*

I heard a dull thump against the wall, my feet instantly moving towards the noise. I found him pulling her towards to door, her wrists held tightly in his hands. Her face displayed pain as tears slipped from her eyes.

“You’re hurting me.” She whispered.

His head turned in my direction and I swiftly walked forward.

“Get off of her!” I shouted.

I roughly grabbed his shoulder, yanking him back. Jess was released, her body slumping to the floor as she rubbed her sore wrists. My hands angrily fisted his t shirt as I dragged him outside. I was bigger, stronger than when my dad was around.

“What are you gunna do, Kid?” He taunted.

I didn’t think. My fist slamming into his face, again and again. I shoved him to the floor, before climbing on top of him, hitting him. Blood covered his face, making my knuckles dark red as I brought my clenched fist back again. I pictured my dad as I repeatedly brought my arm down, thinking about all the times I wished I could have hit him, the man who was supposed to love my mum.

“Harry! Stop!”

My mind didn’t register the voices until my mum tried to pull me off.

“Harry, I love him. Please stop!” My sister cried.

I continued to hit him until my arm ached, my breathing erratic. I forced myself up, not being able to look at the mess of a guy on the grass. My head turned to find my mum tightly holding my sister as she cried.

“Mum.”

I started to walk towards her, but she stepped back. The hurt I felt as I recognised fear in her eyes was almost unbearable. She was scared of me.

“Please, mum.” I begged.

But she shook her head, urgently taking my sister back inside the house.

*End of flash back*

And you know what? This flashback is objectively well written. Harry’s behaviour is perfectly understandable, his actions reasonable, perhaps unjustifiable, but I challenge anyone to remain indifferent, especially with such past experiences.

Less understandable is the mother’s behaviour: why didn’t she hug her crying son? If Harry was a good boy, as he should have been, whose mother had been an abuser victim, that woman should have suffered and shown affection to her son, a son who found himself in such a situation and was forced to resort to violence!

Instead, she seems disgusted by his violent behaviour, that is comparable to his father’s, and therefore seems to be disappointed by her offspring. She seems to react thinking “I can’t have a child like that.”

What about his sister? Who, despite everything, seems to continue to love her own abuser? That too would be likely.

And then the badly beaten-up guy, what happened to him? Did he go to the hospital? Or did he end up in a mortuary?

How is this story going to evolve?

Bo is not afraid at all of this behaviour, and Harry:

“I just wanted to protect her, keep them both safe.” I paused. My body leaned slightly closer into hers. “I want to keep you safe.” I whispered.

The girl then starts kissing him softly, such a scene would be nice… If it wasn’t for the context!

In fact, my words are not enough, let this story speak for itself.

Let us compare Harry and Jess’ violent boyfriend’s profiles.

Harry (from chapter one of “Dark”):

His dark gaze fell down to my chest, taking advantage of his height he indulged in the view down my top. My fingers dropped from where I held his nape. The urge to redden his cheek with my palm was growing. But I restrained, still fearful of the towering male. My hands rose up to shove him away, but he caught hold of my wrists.

“Now, now.” He huskily spoke.

Harry brought my arms down to my sides in his firm hold. I flinched as he took his time to run a warm touch down my back. His long fingers wriggled into the back pocket of my jeans and I soon realised he was searching for my phone. His hand lingered and it became clear that wasn’t his only objective. My backside was tightly squeezed before the item of interest was taken from my jeans.

Bad Boy, a.k.a Jess’ abuser (Pov’s Harry):

I found him pulling her towards to door, her wrists held tightly in his hands. Her face displayed pain as tears slipped from her eyes.

Harry (again from chapter one of “Dark”):

But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety.

Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer.

“You’re mine now.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

His lustful gaze burned up and down my body before he turned and confidently strolled away. I stood stunned for a short time, unable to process what had actually happened.

Bad guy (Jess situation):

She used to come home with bruises up her arms and when I asked her about them she would just brush it off saying she had fallen or knocked into something…

Harry (from chapter six of “Dark”, confrontation with Steve):

Harry still tightly held my wrist in his large hand. I peered up at his face; his intense gaze fell down upon me.

“You’re going out with me again.” His raspy voice spoke.

“Harry.” I warned.

He smirked at me before flicking a harsh gaze to Steve. Was Harry trying to provoke a reaction out of him? I tried to pry his fingers from my skin but I couldn’t.

“I think you better leave.” Steve spoke directly to him.

Harry didn’t move, standing his ground. I winced as he squeezed my wrist tighter. His hot puffs of air could be felt on the top of my head. Steve took my hand, gently pulling me away from Harry. He was angry. Obviously not liking the way Steve intervened taking me from him. Relief spread through my body as Harry’s fingers reluctantly loosened, allowing me to slip from his hold.

Bad Guy (vs Harry):

“Get off of her!” I shouted.

I roughly grabbed his shoulder, yanking him back. Jess was released, her body slumping to the floor as she rubbed her sore wrists. My hands angrily fisted his t shirt as I dragged him outside. I was bigger, stronger than when my dad was around.

“What are you gunna do, Kid?” He taunted.

Harry (from chapter five of “Dark”, when he starts chasing Bo, who escaped terrified of him):

Harry’s dark eyes locked with mine. His angry gaze quickly changed into grin and I realised this was fun for him. A chase.

We’ve confirmed it now: the substantial difference between Harry and the bad people in this fictional universe is that the latter slap women!

Well, it’s a form of violence, but it’s also to love-bite, stalk, pin them to the wall, threaten, persecute and everything else!

How did the author and readers not realize this? 

By the way, I really want to ask myself one thing: after seeing the marks that the delinquent imprinted on his sister, after the fear he felt for her, after all the pain that seeing her return home depressed, dejected and frightened brought him, shouldn’t Harry treat women with respect and kindness?

When he saw how afraid Bo was of him, didn’t he feel like a monster? When he saw Steve intervene in Bo’s defence, didn’t he feel like he was looking in the mirror? No, he just beat him up, and warned him to not dare to step in again! 

When he gave Bo a hickey, stalked her, molested her, didn’t he feel like that monster he hated so much?!

Let’s take into account, in this context, that ALL the girls outside of Bo were looking forward to Harry petting them or giving them a hickey non-consensual without permission. Because Harry doesn’t ask, it’s the women who throw themselves at his feet, begging him for sex.

Seriously, is Harry the only sexually attractive male in town?

By the way, another thing: you know, I once thought about writing an anti-squalor fanfic (i.e. it’s similar to these ones but it makes sense) and the bad boy, in order to move the girl, says his father beat his mother, actually making everything up from scratch. 

Well, I think that here happened exactly the same thing! Because Harry is no different from his father! He treats Bo like his property, he is a douchebag who harasses and stalks women, beats those who dare to meddle and is the terror of the city (or at least to his peers)!

Harry himself points out that he was shocked when his mother looked at him with terror! Then why did he continue behaving that way?! Why did he laugh when Bo looked at him with fear? He should have been motivated to distance himself from the man he despised! 

Everyone reacts in their own way, obviously, but I really want to see what excuse the author will come up with! The only one that comes to my mind are traumas that would be solvable with decades of therapy!

Or… or the answer is simple: the author changed her mind during the narration, twisting the character. 

Evgenij:- And neither the readers nor those who uploaded this fanfiction on Wattpad (nor the translators in Italian and other languages) have ever noticed this completely senseless change in the plot. Or they deliberately ignored it, I don’t know what’s worse.-

Let’s go back to Bo’s POV.

He was trying to protect them. His mum’s reaction had torn him up inside, he was desperate to keep them safe, but his violent actions had frightened rather than reassured the women in his life. I could tell Harry couldn’t bear to go through another experience like the one he witnessed with his mum and dad. That’s why he lashed out at his sister’s lover.

I didn’t want to justify the violent behaviour he displayed now, but I could certainly understand it. I began to believe Harry’s actions towards me weren’t something I should be scared of. But he still held that certain intimidating edge. My thoughts were abruptly interrupted when Harry shot up, the loud weather yanking him from sleep. His hands instantly finding mine, pulling me to his body as he breathed heavily.

Yes, you’re justifying him or you’d ask him, “Okay, then why are you acting like him?”

And… Do you know what Harry’s sister said about the guy who abused her? That she loved him.

Well, Bo, you’re in the same situation now, and you don’t even realize it. We’ve finally gotten into the typical abusive relationship.

In the evening the two lovers go to another pub (again?! Why not somewhere else, like in a cinema?), where a big bouncer guides Harry in from the VIP entrance.

Why? We don’t know!

After Harry ignored some flirting from “a busty blonde” barmaid (not a cliché, not at all), Bo drinks some “alcohol” and starts dancing for her bad boy.

My mind became aware of other male gazes, watching as I moved my hips. But none of them made any attempt to approach me. They knew I was Harry’s. I had never had this sort of attention before, but I carried on dancing. My only focus was on the curly-haired guy sat up at the bar. He brought his drink up to his plump lips as he stared at me over the rim. My head rolled back, long hair cascading over my shoulders. I felt like we were the only two people in the club.

1. Once again, Bo feels safe because Harry is a criminal.
2.  Possession in a relationship, unless it is intended in a metaphorical and reciprocal sense (i.e., “I am yours and you are mine”), is highly toxic and dangerous. It is explicitly stated here that everyone knows that Bo is Harry’s property!
3. If Bo is so hot that in a place with so many super hotties she attracts more than all of them combined, why didn’t she have a train-long queue of admirers before meeting Harry? Why has she “wasn’t really that popular”?

It’s followed with some fluff with consenting lemon-rated scenes.

The next chapter, the seventeenth, can be summed up in “those two have sex and they both like it”. Not bad for a shy virgin. Never mind all the talk about the abusive relationship.

Just to clarify Harry’s family situation, he ran away after his mother and sister reacted that way, vanishing without a trace, or at least I think so, it’s not explained very clearly. 

I had spent my sleepless state thinking over the situation with Harry’s family. My heart ached at the thought of what Harry and his mum and sister had gone through. No body deserved that type of treatment. I couldn’t help but think Harry partly blamed himself for the awful events. He felt powerless, unable to stop his dad.

Bo then raises the topic of “calling home”, as it is time for Harry to see his family again (it’s been 4 years) and he breaks several dishes in a fit of rage. Then he calms himself and Bo wants to help him clean up.

Then she, alas, cuts herself!

From this, we have further evidence that Bo can do absolutely nothing without Harry. She’s a clumsy little girl, capable of getting herself hurt even by sweeping the floor, so she has to be assisted by a guy who can do everything.

Portraying the figure of an independent woman? Pff, it is always better to have someone who does things for you, dear women, but not because it is better to have a slave, precisely because you cannot make a thing on your own! You feel totally represented by this retrograde figure, don’t you? No? Well, that’s a good sign!

Nobody move: the author has changed her mind again! Bo will show to everyone (except Harry, of course) that she is a badass inside! 

The sweet couple is in the park, surrounded by kids playing, and they catch Jake, the thug and rapist we met before. Bo stops Harry, telling him

“Harry, stop. You can’t solve everything with violence. I know you’re smarter than this.”

and tries to fix the situation through words.

“If you come near Harry or I again I’m going to go to the police and tell them that you attempted to rape me behind the club that night. Do you understand?” I told him sternly.

Worry flashed through his eyes before he pushed it aside and laughed.

“I think you’re forgetting what your little boyfriend did that night. I’m sure the coppers would love to know how I got these scars.”

“Defence. Harry was defending me from you. And anyway, who do you think the police are more likely to believe?” I stepped closer. “You or me?”

After all of this, I feel the need to ask myself several questions:

1) has Harry never received any complaint? Would he have a clean record? Weird, since he’s the terror of the city!

2) Considering Harry’s acquaintances, are we sure they’d listen to Bo? 

3) This criminal is so bad at it that threatening a complaint is enough to silence him, and yet he attempts a rape/fistfight just out of a public place like a pub? Do you know what a real criminal actually does when you threaten him like that? He laughs!

4) Why does Bo now instantly think of suing Jake? Why didn’t she think about it with Harry? Actually, why didn’t she do so the day immediately after the rape attempt?!?

My words wiped the smirk right off his face. I turned to walk away before Jake spoke.

“Harry deserves you. Bitch.” He spat.

Bo replies to Jake’s provocation, grabbing his shoulders and hitting him in his balls with her knee, knocking him out.

“I thought you said violence wasn’t the answer.”

“I did, but the little prick deserved it.” I admitted.

AHAHAHAHHAHAH… NO!

This should be the scene that shows us how tough Bo is, despite everything. Let’s look at what’s wrong.

First, I doubt that Bo, a girl with no martial arts skills (as far as we know), can run into a street fighter and put him down that easily. Doesn’t Jake know the basic rules of self-defense? It’s also unclear if Jake is tall or short, so I don’t know if Bo could have physically reached his groin.

Secondly, a street fighter should be used to endure far worse injuries. I took some hits in my groin, precisely during ball games. They did hurt me, but I just had to go sit down, I didn’t collapse helplessly on the ground. Once, in a fight, a bully kicked me in the groin and it just hurt me, but I didn’t even fall and I was able to kick him back as soon as he lowered his guard. So, no. With this trick, you’ll take me down, not a hitter.

If Bo had been a quite skilled fighter (I don’t know, blue karate belt, the first thing to come to my mind) I could overlook this passage, with some difficulties, but I still would, except till now we have never seen her as agile and flexible. And I think that all of you know that, if you aren’t wearing a skirt or some sweatpants, it’ll be a little difficult to raise your knee that much. 

Evgenij: – Plus, if Bo’s always had these self-defense skills, why didn’t she use them against Harry, in the first chapters?! Or even better, during the rape attempt itself?! In those occasions, she was openly described as helpless, and now we find out that she could have knocked him down with a kick in the groin! Ever heard of the term “coherence”? –

I would also point out that a brawler should at least have the readiness to block a girl who doesn’t know how to fight and, possibly, is smaller than him (we are not told so explicitly, however, Bo is always described as puny and fragile), but I would just repeat myself.

And now, let’s get to the most important part, which shows us how much this story is wrong.

I understand that in some situations, violence is the only choice, but earlier Bo had stopped Harry from using it, and then she was the one to use it. Weren’t the kids in the park scared by that? No, a move like that is usually hilarious, even if it hurts a lot and in some cases could cause vomit. Are we really sure that it is less brutal than a punch?

The author seems to take down the same message that she wanted to leave, making Bo look like a do-gooder that verbally is all sweet, but that overreacts if triggered.

What would the kids have learned from that scene? That, if someone wrongs you, you shouldn’t punch them but kick them in the groin? Maybe just do that even if someone shows any kind of disagreement, you should act from the beginning as a true alpha male!

Oh, right, we’re also told that Bo’s father died in a car accident when she was eleven.

Anyway, Harry prepared a gift for his baby girl.

My eyes darted open when I felt the cool sliver touch my chest. Harry carefully attached the necklace round me before letting the paper plane pendant rest in the valley between my breasts. He intently observed my actions in the reflection, trying to determine my reaction. My fingers went up to fiddle with the new addition round my neck.

“I-I…” My mouth unable to form words.

“I want you to have it.” Harry whispered.

His curls tickled against my skin as he kissed my cheek.

“Harry.” I spoke quietly.

“So that people know you’re mine.”

So… It’s a collar that shows that she’s his, just like a dog. Am I the only one who’s sick and tired of the “now they’ll know that you’re mine” troupe?

Jokes aside, do you realize how counterproductive that is?

Let’s consider this: before knowing Harry, Bo was okay, without any kind of problem, but now every time she goes out, she’s at risk of being attacked/assaulted/raped. Harry put a collar on her to point out the “she’s his” to protect her. Harry is known by almost everyone, except street troublemakers, or he is the dread of the city, depending on the chapter. Being his girlfriend would only expose Bo to a lot of risks! If someone wants to damage Harry, who, as we’ll see later, has a lot of enemies, they’ll just kill (or rape) his girlfriend, since he’s too strong to be taken down! This won’t work as a shield!

Let’s make a parallel: do you know the main reason why superheroes keep their identity a secret? Because, to quote Goblin, his enemies would “hit his core”, which means his loved ones! It’s simple!

Can you imagine how many risks Mary Jane would be exposed to if she just walked around with an “I’m Spider-Man’s girlfriend” t-shirt?

We have proof of this! How many problems has Bo faced till now, only hanging with Harry?

– Two rape attempts (by Jake and a useless gamma male which fled only by Harry’s growl)

– An escaped assault (Jake’s friends were near Harry’s car after the attempted rape)

– Risks of rape/assault (when Jake attacked Harry and without any reason the gamma male escaped).

But now Bo will explain this to him, right?

Pff, in another universe, maybe.

And Harry delights us by praising Bo!

“You’re beautiful, intelligent.”

NOPE!

Intelligence is defined as the ability to solve problems.

Which kind of problems has Bo solved till now?

Well, she scared off a street punk and someone who was two times bigger than her ran away. 

She also took down Jake because he doesn’t know the basics of self-defence (I’m not an expert, but I’m pretty sure it’s important to cover sensitive spots, but maybe I’m the one wrong here). 

Otherwise, she didn’t do anything than being dominated by Harry. I could ignore it if on peaceful occasions she has shown rational behaviour (anxiety can numb a person, especially if said person is particularly sensible), but not like this. 

Anyway, Harry tells her that he wants to show everyone how much he cares about her and so they go to an exhibition organized by his friend, Sean.

Boromir: – I hope he’s not Sean Bean… –

Ned Stark (eating ice cream): – Indeed, I hope no one dies! –

Conan: – Something’s fishy about this, we should investigate! –

Talion: – We’re so screwed… –

So, Sean has made a painting drawing inspiration from Harry and Bo…

Now:

1) Sean is such a big artist and still hangs out with these type of people?

2) Since when Harry and Bo have known each other? They’ve been dating for like two days! How long has Sean taken to make that painting? Without even seeing them, mind you!

3) If Harry is feared by everyone, how can he walk around freely without causing any concern?

I’ll tell you: the author alternates moments in which Harry seems a “Most Wanted” with an international reputation and other moments in which no one seems to know him, and he’s only a hottie with possessive attitudes.

I’ll add that this scene reminds me of when, in Fifty Shader of Grey, Mr Grey buys an entire art gallery full of a painting of Ana. Maybe it is taken from that one?

Mattheus93: – Do you remember why Mr. Grey bought the entire gallery? “I don’t like that other person look at you”. –

Still, it could be something cute, I’m asking to myself what an artist could make by thinking about this couple… Maybe a hyena that attacks her prey? A gothic horror scene?

Let’s see some ideas:

(With all due respect for their majesties Hades and Persephone.)

What do you say? 

Let’s see what we have here…

I found myself captivated by one particular picture. My eyes scanning over the dark colours. I stepped closer intrigued by the image in front of me. It was of a boy and girl. His arms were wrapped protectively round her smaller frame, her long brown hair flowing in the breeze. They held each other, almost as if they were afraid of letting go. My mouth fell open slightly as my gaze fixed on the boy. He was taller. His hair in dark curls. You weren’t able to see their faces as they cuddled into each other. A darkened forest was the background to their loving embrace. The chosen location held something of an eerie nature.

The twos are interrupted by the random female intruder.

Now, let’s see… Based on your experience, which characteristics should she have?

Tits size?

Hair colour?

Tons of make-up?

Answers:

Big boobs, red hair, a lot of make-up.

Madame cliché has been here!

It’s strange that she’s not blonde, though.

This girl pulls Bo aside: she warns her, Harry is really dangerous, particularly during his fights, but in Bo’s opinion, it’s not true!

“He’s not dangerous.”

I refuse to repeat what I have already said.

Anyway, the bad girl, Kim (not Kim Possible, luckily), comes up with something unheard before.

“Despite his temper, Harry was the best sex I ever had.”

My drink came spluttering out of my mouth, to which she laughed. Apparently she had no shame in talking to an absolute stranger about her past sex life. I knew my reaction to her blunt choice of words was the one she was searching for. Utter shock. It only encouraged her to continue, especially knowing Harry and I were close.

Shock? Bo’s seriously shocked by the fact the Harry had sex with other girls?

Then, let’s face it: from what I’ve seen, competitive sport training requires a lot of time and effort, which doesn’t usually leave time to have a lot of relationships. Harry will show in a few chapters that he’s an irregular competitive boxer.

Still, he manages to have an active social life (with a lot of nights out, and much fewer hours to sleep), drinks frequently and has sex God only knows how many times.

No, no and no, it DOESN’T work like that.

“Oh god, the things he could do with that tongue.”

Oh, hey Jon Snow, didn’t know you were here.

My vision swept back to Harry and almost on cue his tongue slipped out, wetting his lips. I felt my heart flutter as he turned his head to us, his right eye dropping in a wink before he gave me a cheeky grin.

“Ugh, and those plump lips. Jesus.” I noticed her hand come up, lightly fanning her face.

She laughed. My head turned towards her once again.

“I bet you have no idea the potential that mouth has.” Kim sniggered.

It should’ve been a serious scene, but someone who acts like that only makes me laugh.

Let’s see if I understood our bad boy’s past correctly. Since Harry had been scared by the fact that two women (his mother and sister) had looked at him with fear in their eyes, he escaped and in four years (when he attacked the violent guy, he was sixteen, so now he’s twenty) he:

– found a stable job as a boxer trainer (how and when he’s learned box, we are not allowed to know);

– became rich enough to buy himself a nice apartment and a big car, probably even more expensive;

– became a playboy who does sex all the time;

– started to drink every day.

Ladies and gentlemen, the cliché embodiment.

Now, I need to show you two scenes, one follows the other, to make you understand how much the timing is wrong.

Scene 1, Bo’s P.O.V.:

I frowned upon hearing a squeaky laugh I knew only to come from my recently strayed company. Her shock of red hair was easily identifiable as I neared closer to the girlish giggling.

I soon discovered why the annoying sound had ceased. My heart felt like it was in my mouth as I watched Kim. Her lips were pressed tightly to Harry’s, back towards me as they stood in a hidden corner. But I knew she wanted me to see. Fingers fisted the fabric of his t shirt under his blazer. Her other hand wound tightly in his curls as she held him in place. I couldn’t stop the moisture beginning to fill my blurry eyes. The sight in front of me made me feel sick. I felt pathetic. I had been so naïve to trust him. 

Scene 2, Harry’s P.O.V.:

My hands darted up to push Kim away by her shoulders. She seemed a little surprised by my forceful actions. Anger washed through my body as a seductive smirk spread across her features. Her tongue slipped from her mouth, gliding over her lips. She hummed in satisfaction. I tightly gripped her left wrist before she could touch over my chest again.

That’s when I saw her. Bo. She was stood a short distance away. Tears threatened to brim over her watery eyes as she stood staring at us. A look of despair over her face as her lips parted. Her fingers urgently brushed away the moisture rolling down her cheeks as she refused to meet my gaze. Bo’s head turned to the right. I knew exactly what she was going to do. Run.

OMG, is Harry cheating on her?

No, it’s the classic scene in which a girl kisses him, without his consent. Except that Harry could’ve distance himself in a second, but here he takes his time, since Bo manages to see them and react.

Actually, I’ll show you a gem: a person’s reaction time to external stimuli is, on average, a quarter of a second. For a boxer it’s surely less. This means that Harry could have immediately blocked Kim or pushed her away.

The surprise kiss makes Harry a bit angry since Bo’s escaped, feeling betrayed. Yes, betrayed: all the contradictions in Harry’s behaviour aforementioned, the harassment and Steve’s beating do not count. The chick’s kiss is instead a horrendous crime!

To not mention the fact that Harry squeezes hardly Kim’s wrist and that she simply takes it, instead she’s horny… Seriously, is this girl a masochist? Does she get aroused by making a violent person angry?

I mean, we understood that Harry takes his anger out during his sexual intercourses, right?

From what I know, repressed anger (we can see that Harry gets really angry for a trifle, basically he’s always angry) should cause erectile dysfunction. Plus, him being constantly wasted doesn’t help.

But now we start with the important things…

I knew she was scared. But at that moment in time I couldn’t care less. Kim had seen me at my most hostile; I had a feeling my violent behaviour was a turn on for her. But neither she nor any other girl had ever been my target. I refused to take my anger out on a woman. I would never be like my dad.

Harry… With all my heart… Could you go fuck yourself, please?

I don’t think I’ve ever said something like that before, but these thoughts about himself piss me off!

Let’s say again that Harry has harassed Bo a lot of times. With harassment, I mean grope her, leave her hickeys, kidnap her (only stopping himself because interrupted), has threatened a waiter, he stalked Bo to her own house, spying on her when she was undressing herself, etcetera!

Now, girls, I’m asking you: in your opinion, a boy who hurts you with a slap is really worse than someone who nails you against a wall and gives you a hickey without your consent? A man that haunts you (because this is a pursuit, Harry hasn’t simply searched Bo on Facebook), tells you what to do and what not to do, locking you in his house, is it really better from one who punches you in the stomach?

Someone stops you in the streets and nails you against it, while you’re crying, begging him to let go, trying to squirm out of his hold, but he’s too strong, and he laughs at you while rubbing his fingers against your private parts, he is a good guy, while someone who pushes you on the ground is a cruel beast?

And a man who beats up a guy who’s stepping in to stop blatant harassment is more honest and right than one who beats a woman?! Please note, a woman who’s being a jerk, like Kim, by Harry’s point of view?

No, dear readers, and no, dear author, and no, dear fic readers: I know that these are only ridiculous attempts to make Harry the good guy, but this is incoherent. Because everything is taken apart by the premises.

Let me explain: are there cases in which a woman deserves at least a slap in the face? Actually yes, because there are women (like men) who are real jerks, sadistic, hypocrites, liars, petty, opportunists. But to Harry, it’ll always be cruel to hit one, while hitting a guy is totally okay.

That’s sexist.

Let’s see what it could have been done to make the story right: it’d have been enough to… Avoid all of the first fifteen chapters altogether, in which Harry only harasses, stalks, orders and beats people up!

Let me tell you something that happened to me, at my university, the first time I enrolled. I met again one of my friends from middle school (a good girl, smart and bookish, that deserves only my respect), but in her group there was a friend who labeled me as childish for my passion for cartoons. She laughed at me, multiple times, every warning was futile, she drew a penis on my notebook and put papers in my backpack with dicks on them. I scolded her, but she only laughed. 

One day I was in bad mood because after a two-hour long course, I didn’t understand a thing. She started drawing a cat, I told her to stop, but ok, it’s a cat, it’s cute. Then she started with a flower, ok, still cute, but I kept telling her to stop. 

When she drew a dick, I screamed a loud “STOOOOOOP!”, I dropped the pen, ripped the page, crumpled it and threw it at her face, hitting her glasses, in less than a second.

After class, she criticized me for that, but I simply told her “the joke’s gone far enough, and I told you to stop several times!”

Ever since that day, she’d always gave me the cold shoulder, without insulting me or laughing at me. 

In Harry’s logic, I would have been the bad guy here (so he’d beat me), but he would totally break my nose if I defended a girl that he was harassing and terrorizing.

What an honest man, huh?

Anyway, Harry follows Bo and what should he say to appease her anger?

How could he give her hopes back?

Telling her the most obvious thing: “she was the one that kissed me”.

Bo simply believes him.

A nicely done filler…

But Harry actually says something sweet:

“I’m yours.” He whispered. “If you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

Too bad that all the problems we’ve talked about before still stand, so those are only words.

In the next chapter we see Harry actually teaching boxing in a gym.

Everyone who loves this discipline is encouraged to get:

– a pillow: it’ll be useful for when you’ll inevitably head-butt the wall;

– an oxygen tank: it’ll be useful to avoid dying from laughing too hard;

– a picture of Rocky Balboa: to whom repeat “forgive them, for they know not what they do”.

Beyond this, no one is wondering how Harry could teach? Doesn’t he have a criminal record? What kind of qualifications does he have, except being strong? Since when being capable of fighting makes you also able to teach it? Doesn’t he have violent outbursts against every student who question his training schedules?

“The job helps me manage my anger problems.” He spoke quietly. “Well, it’s supposed to anyway.”

No, Harry is only considered a playboy, not a dangerous guy!

But he doesn’t fight, I wonder why?

Ready with your oxygen tank?

“They, err…They told me it was too dangerous for me to fight. That’s why I train instead.”

I tilted my head to the side, not completely understanding his explanation. He noticed.

“Apparently I punch out of my weight class.” Harry paused. “It wouldn’t be safe for my opponent.”

Pffff… AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!

Mattheus93: – “Whatever Drago hits, he destroys!” –

Dear author, here we understand that you don’t know a thing about boxing. 

First of all, what do you mean by “weight class”? Do you mean the strength of a fist from a civil, an amateur boxer or an expert? The levels change and… No. No, we’ll get back to it later. Keep this bullshit warm, enjoy it slowly.

Anyway, clearly said, boxing is NOT only punching people. There are at least three main fighting styles, plus a mixed one and subtypes that originated other less famous categories, it takes strength, agility, skills, strategy, everything: it’s described as the “sweet science”. This guy is described as a twenty-something bodybuilder who, after having spent the last years street fighting (it’s not clearly stated that he has any martial arts knowledge), he turned into a deadly fighter.

No, it doesn’t work like that. Real fighters are practitioners, if not martial art’s masters, to build up a physique that can give its best and they are followed by teams of nutritionists!

Let’s also add that a fist strength also depends on the bone structure, which reinforces in particular during the teenager years, some are specialized in breaking boards and they have hands hard as rocks!

Plus, let’s remember that in boxing, experts throw deadly punches. There are men of about 220 lb that are nearly swept off their feet. The strongest punch recorded was 1420 lb, struck by Frank Bruno, even if we should measure it in newtons. Do you know what that means? I already said it, but: twice/thrice the weight of an average professional boxer.

Do you see that bear? Its weight is equal to Frank’s fist strength, approximately. But focused on the punch area!

And to think that Jake took in dozens of Harry’s punches, but was put K.O. by a little girl!

Oh, right: after Harry’s punched the poor soul that stepped in his attempted rape, he only had some small scratches on his hand, and he had hit the nose, one of the most delicate parts! What an iron fist, huh? Saitama can only wish to polish his car!

I had assumed Harry was just angry when he took his aggression out on other males. That’s how he was able to use his strength to beat someone who was of a larger build than himself.

Because he has the strength of a thousand men…

And the more he gets angry, the more he shows his muscles…

Anyways, the author has probably forgotten that she described Harry as such a large man. If you are more than 6 feet and you’ve got a statuesque physique, I don’t think that you can easily find people bigger than you.

And, off the record, anger can be useful in a street fight or a brawl. But if you have to fight with a trained fighter, it’ll only bring you to attack blindly.

Let’s compare… You’re running at your speed limit. How long can you last? Ten seconds? Thirty?

Now imagine that you’re jogging. You’ll last longer.

When you’re dominated by your anger, you’ll simply get into a fast burnout of all your energies. You may have an adrenaline rush, but it won’t last for long, then there will only be stiffness. Excessive anger will only cause leg paralysis, making you all clumsy and goofy.

The famous Muhammed Alì aimed to provoke his opponents to make them waste all their strength in their first hits, that he either mitigated or dodged (this is the fighting style of the out-boxers, who keep their distance). He used a similar technique in a legendary match for the boxing lovers, Rumble in the Jungle, against the slugger George Foreman. Sluggers are boxers that specialize in strong hits but predictable, they have little technique. Mike Tyson is not part of this class.

This is the style used in Rocky 3 when the main character had a match against Mr T’s character.

Even Apollo Creed, Rocky’s rival, then his friend and coach, is an out-boxer.

Muhammad was defeated by in-boxers, specialized in the proximity-length fight, continuously hitting their rival, but with skill, not to mention that at some point he started to experience the first symptoms of his illness.

Anger can be a weapon if you control it, Kratos’ word. Mike Tyson was also an angry fighter, but he was an in-boxer. Even if sometimes he lost control, generally he dominated it. 

Harry also teaches Bo how to box.

“Right, so this is a simple defence. You bring your forearms up like this to deflect a punch. It’s called a block.”

I watched as Harry drew his arms together, bringing them up to protect himself.

“Like this?”

I attempted to copy him.

“Yeah, but try not to raise them too high. Otherwise you risk exposing your middle.”

Mh… Strange, I don’t find the part in which Harry specifies that Bo needs to set her legs in a certain way to avoid unbalance… Maybe it’s offstage.

Meanwhile, Harry’s friends are talking to each other, confused by the fact that Harry’s teaching boxing to that girl and one of them says:

Harry was always the one to pull first when we went out to a bar. I guess the ladies were drawn to his dark demeanour. The bad boy image he emitted proved to be an alluring attribute when attracting the opposite sex.

Only Bo was afraid of him, right!

At the risk of repeating myself… The author is really convinced that 99,99% of girls are attracted like a magnet by the bad boy?! And by bad, I don’t mean a troublemaker with some tattoos, but someone with a criminal record, abuser, harasser and who goes with every woman he meets! Every girl on the planet just can’t wait to be deflowered by someone like this?

Let’s even only consider the pregnancy’s risk! Even when I was a teenager, at school we talked about teen moms and they even told us that condoms aren’t effective in 100% of cases! Besides, having sex with someone who had that many sexual intercourses makes you at an enormous risk of STDs!

Then, since he’s a criminal, aren’t they afraid that he would, I don’t know, lose his temper and hurt them? 

No, in the author’s point of view, all the other girls are some sort of nymphomaniacs who want to lie with the first hot criminal who happens to pass by. Well, nothing new.

The only way I could describe the relationship in front of me, was darkness and the light.

BOOOOOORIIIIIIIING.

Harry obviously enjoyed his job. But I had a feeling he longed to be the one in the ring, instead of watching from the side lines. But I wasn’t surprised they didn’t allow him to fight. Just the thought of what his opponent would look like at the end of their boxing match brought goose bumps to my skin.

Look, Chuck Norris is trembling by the mere idea that he has to fight this dude, who in three or four years of boxing and some gym training developed a fighter’s ultra-instinct and that has such control over his anger that he can’t even control himself with his girlfriend that he wants to protect.

Bo rapidly befriends Tom, one of Harry’s friends, even bigger than him, that seems to run the gym. But Harry is jealous!

I watched as Bo brought her hand up to her mouth, trying to stifle a giggle at something Tom had said. My jaw tensed at their interaction. I didn’t like it. Bo was mine.

She smiled shyly at him, cheeks blushing slightly. My bag dropped with a thud to the floor, both of them sharply turning their heads towards me. But I noticed neither of them made an effort to move away from each other. I strolled over to where they sat. Bo smiled up at me. But my attention turned to Tom.

“Alright, mate?”

I gave him a tight nod.

“Bo, we’re going.” I told her.

And she jumps at it, like a puppy with a treat.

Outside, Harry slams Bo on the trunk and starts giving her hickeys and groping her everywhere, asking her also if she likes Tom. She tells him “Yeah, he’s sweet”.

Anger washed over me. I gripped her thigh tightly, keeping her on the bonnet. My mouth pressed hard to her skin, sucking harshly at her words. My eyes stayed locked on hers, Bo’s lips parting in surprise and discomfort. She whimpered trying to break her arm free but I tightly held it to my mouth.

[…]

“Do you want him to kiss you?” I whispered. “Take you to his bed?”

She gripped my hand still holding her thigh, prying my fingers from her.

“Let me down.” She huffed, moving her hand to press to my chest.

She slipped from the bonnet as I took a step back. I looked down at her, Bo’s face expressing annoyance. It surprised me when she pushed me up against the side of the car.

“Ugh, God. You’re so possessive and you overreact, Harry.” Annoyance hinting in her voice.

One of the few logical sentences… I mean, “to protect her” and to “not make her feel neglected”, Harry wants to impose Bo not to see any other male, even the ones that Harry trusts!

Girls, I’m once again asking you!

Would you like a boyfriend who yells at you every time he sees you with a male friend?

Would you like a boyfriend who asks you what you were doing every time you talk with someone without his permission?

This is set aside though because there is again all love love.

Seriously, can they show us something else? ‘Till now it’s all sex.

Then they’re interrupted by the telephone, Bo’s mother is calling.

“No, we weren’t doing anything.” He mumbled, his cheeks lightly tinted in pink.

Ok, let’s get down from the car…

I was growing more accustomed to Harry’s sudden gestures of sweeping me off my feet.  His dominant actions proving not always to be a bad thing.

I understand that once in a while it can be cute, but in the long run, as a reader kindly points out, it seems that Harry sees her as a doll that he can move however he wants.

In the next chapter, we discover that… Hope’s mom, the complete idiot, is a nurse. 

I dread the thought of how her poor patients feel at being assigned to this complete idiot, unable to look beyond her nose.

Do you know just how many analytical skills a nurse should have? I don’t have them! Seriously! I had to leave that path for my health problems, but in any case, I doubt having such skills! A committed nurse should be able to keep in mind the general overview of like twenty patients at a time, control endless lists, remember where the drugs are kept, pay attention to what people say (they can commit some errors, stating to have taken their drug when it’s not true, and such things), I mean, they should always have an active mind and scrutinizing skills!

Dear God, let’s move on! 

Right: here we have a Doug as a cameo, Bo’s cat, so relevant to the plot that before then it has appeared like two times and this should be the last. I wonder who looks after it while Bo is out.

Thanks to the time skip, let’s proceed and we have Bo talking with her generic friend, named Zoe.

We’re in a bar.

“He..H-Harry..we had dry sex.” I stuttered.

Evgenij:- WHAT?!-

I started to feel uncomfortable as I noticed a woman behind Zoe shake her head tutting. She got to her feet, taking her papers with her and exited the coffee shop. My embarrassed gaze focused back on my friends. Lucy’s mouth formed an “o” shape before she shook her head in confusion and waited for me to clarify.

“There was a sheet between us…You sort of go through the motions of sex but without penetration.” I explained.

Please note the prude older woman.

Well, now we can finally confirm that we have all the types of women existing in fanfictions:

– bitches: they have an active sexual life, wear a lot of make-up, cheat on their partners and only think about sex; generally they are redhead or blonde. They have big boobs and are idiots; their main role is to satisfy the sex drive of the abusive hot guy;

– prudes: sex is pure blasphemy;

– Hope: pure and immaculate virgins, then will eventually ride wildly the male protagonist;

– generic characters: they have the Hope mindset and are just background characters.

Evgenij: – Maybe that woman was only shocked, like me. –

Alright, then there is some more absurd talk about this “having sex with a sheet between them” (something that has NEVER been showed to us in the actual sex scenes), and afterwards another time skip.

My mum had gone off to work, and I was alone once again. A number of books were strewn across my duvet as I deliberated over which one to start reading first. After my eye-opening catch up with my friends, I had spent the afternoon in the large book shop in town. Settling down into one of the comfortable chairs and picking out some interesting reads. I grabbed the smooth dark cover of one of the larger books, stacking up the other novels to the side of my bed. I was slowly adding to a rather large collection. My mum had always said I could start a library with the amount I read.

So… Bo lives in some kind of a library?

Now:

– she will never mention again books in the story; this is the first and last moment in which they’re mentioned;

– she will never show any kind of general knowledge, even at a middle school standard;

– we will never know what those books are about nor the genre, they’re generic books.

Bo doesn’t know anything, and this is just a random scene.

Let’s make a comparison: what are the Demons of Wattpad talking about? About squalid fanfictions, that is the main topic.

And we’ve ranged on about bullying, homophobia, racism, misogyny, sexism, history, some basic notions about medicine/anatomy, psychology, cartoons, some martial-arts notions, etc…

And all starting from bad online stories!

Why? Because we have a discrete education! Obviously, discrete in an average population, compared to real intellectual and experts, we’re plain ignorant in each of the mentioned areas.

Does Bo have so many books that she could open a library? She’s read more books than all of us put together!

Come on people, let’s repeat all together: show, don’t tell!

Saying “she reads everything” doesn’t mean anything!

Saying “appealing story” doesn’t mean anything!

I’ll admit that I’m giving it too much importance, maybe not needed, but you see, I have read very few books, I’m ashamed of how many. On one hand for health problems, on the other for laziness, sometimes for criticism (if you’re judged for what you read, you’ll start asking if there isn’t something wrong with you) I’ve read very little, probably less than the average fan of this page. I’ve read fanfictions, yes, I’ve listened to a lot of creepypastas online, and since I’ve started to feel better I can say that, through Wattpad and real books, I’ve started to catch up.

The point is that I would have been able to read more than I have, and I appreciate the love for reading.

So this is mocking something that I admire, mention it only to “give dept” to the main character.

And now that I think of it, this scene reminds me of a character: Belle from The Beauty and the Beast.

A kind, nice, friendly, cultured girl: a “sincere Hope”, the Hopes want to be like her, except they always fall in Gaston’s arms and insult everyone.

No, dear Hopes. You’re not Belle, at best you’re the three generic blonde flozzies, but they’re already some steps higher.

You don’t tame the Beast, you are kept on a leash by Gaston.

You Hopes are nothing more than characters than submit to bad boys only because they’re handsome, and you give up your rights (conquered with sweat, tears and blood) in the name of concepts you should be against.

Do you read a lot? Gaston, do you want to express your opinion about this habit?

“It’s not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting ideas and thinking.”

Oh, thank you for that! And about refusals?

“No one says no to Gaston!”

Harry, what do you say? Could you show us two scenes from the first ten chapters, just to make us understand how do you want to protect Bo?

“I want to take you out tomorrow night.” He spoke.

I shivered at his words, a statement rather than a question. My eyes widened as my Mum turned round with a smile on her face.

“W-what?” I stuttered.

“Oh, that would be lovely, wouldn’t it, Bo?” She gushed.

Harry dropped his hand from my face to have it rest on my knee under the counter. I was about to object when my mother cut in again.

“She’d love that.”

“Why didn’t you just call me, why come here?” I asked frustrated.

“Because you would have said no.” He whispered quietly.

“What makes you think I won’t say no, now?” I asked harshly.

His eyes flicked over my Mum, who looked a little upset that I hadn’t said yes straight away. I wasn’t really that popular with boys and I could tell how happy she was that Harry had turned up on our doorstep. To her this was a dream come true, having an attractive guy ask her daughter out. For me, this was my worst nightmare. Not only had he given me a horrendous love bite, against my will, but he had also seen me in my underwear, all in the space of a couple of hours. And more to the point he scared the crap out of me. Before I knew what was happening, my Mum and Harry had arranged a time for him to pick me up the next evening. My mouth hung open as Harry smirked at me.

and

“Can’t you just tell him no?” Zoe asked.

“But he knows where I live now, and my Mum thinks he’s the best thing ever. You should have heard her yesterday, she was so happy. And besides, we all know about his reputation, I don’t want anyone I care about to get hurt.”

To confirm this, I have to add a future scene. I shouldn’t do it, but this conversation is totally appropriate for the context. 

“I’m no angel, Baby.” His words holding a hint of hurt, orbs falling down to where I gripped his hand.

I knew he had taken part in some questionable activities and I still wasn’t sure if he would ever be free of the darkness that possessed him. But I didn’t want him to change for me.

“Well, I think you are.”

I raised his hand to my mouth, leaving delicate kisses to the knuckles.

“Why?” He asked confused.

“How can someone look as breath taking as you and not be an angel.” I spoke quietly. “That’s the only explanation I can think of.” I smiled.

See the logic? It doesn’t say “how could someone who has lived all those atrocities without becoming a monster, not become an angel?” or “how could someone righteous like you not be one?” (God, those are bullshit, I know, but not in the story logic), and so on?

No, Harry is an angel because he’s handsome!

But I think I should point out that, in biblical terms, the angels are some badass Lovecraftian abominations and in general, their advent coincides with massacres and destruction of armies. So, from this point of view, there could be a comparison, indeed…

To conclude this part, dear authors, if you really are who you claim to be, even a little, the Hopes should reply like Belle:

“And what do you know about my dreams, Gaston?”

Going back to the story, for a change, Harry walks into Bo’s home without permission literally opening the entrance door, since it’s not locked. And no, they’ll never tell us how he did it.

Hoping that there are no wannabe thieves, we confirm that it’s possible. Just between us, I managed it, with my door.

“I just want you safe, Bo.” He whispered quietly.

She was safe before meeting you! I repeat myself: every single one of her problems happened after their meeting!

Ok, let’s brace ourselves for some other fluff, with the two lovers who go to Luna Park.

“I’m sorry to trouble you but my daughter would really like the teddy bear up there.” She pointed to the bear which was adorning a red bowtie. “But I’m useless at these games.” She whispered light heartedly. “Would you mind having a go for her, please?”

“Course.” Harry smiled.

Harry wins her a teddy bear, and we have yet another proof that he’s a totally contradictory character.

What were they telling about him in the first chapter?

This boy had lost his temper one night, beating a guy to the floor. He had a history of violent behaviour, no wonder my brown-eyes guy immediately backed off. He headed straight back into the kitchen without giving me a second look.

Unlike the author, I haven’t forgotten Harry’s behaviour.

Actually, it seems to me that he’s trying to build himself up an image: till now all the cruel yet smart people I’ve met were working hard to build themselves a good reputation.

A false friend of mine has always eaten his vegetables, played piano, had high grades, went to mass every Sunday.

Some time ago I took a personality test and answered according to what I remembered about him: out of 12 possible signs of sociopathy, he was at 10. At 15 years old. And I was uncertain about the other signs.

Do you understand now why I trust this Harry very little?

Follows a scene that could have been trash, in which, when Harry turns his back, a group of generic bullies harasses Bo, who manages to defend herself for a while with a turtle stuffed toy.

When I felt a hand on my thigh I swung my soft toy round, hitting him on the back of the head.

It must’ve been a ninja turtle!

Luckily, Harry knocks one of them out, and before the thing gets out of control, Bo stops him. Since the harassers are sixteen and Harry is twenty, it would’ve been minor abuse, but no one cares, despite them being in a crowd.

“You’d visit me in prison?” He asked, seeming a little calmer.

“No, Harry. I think my point is that I wouldn’t.”

I heard him huff.

“You might have had to if you hadn’t stopped me.”

I’m not saying that this sort of thing never happens, but… In a crowded place like a Luna Park?

We learn that Harry has NEVER been in prison, only taken into custody for a couple of days (and we’ll discover it wasn’t his fault).

Sure, I mean he’s only a street fighter, a stalker and a harasser.

The two go back to the car, Bo pushes Harry inside, trying to give him a blowjob, to thank him for how much he (sexually) helped her.

He stops her because he doesn’t want her to feel obliged.

Groups of people had started to walk back to the cars. A few of them walking between ours and the one parked next to us. I hadn’t really thought this through. Of course we couldn’t do it here, I felt so silly. It was that damn, pink candy floss.

Is candy floss an aphrodisiac? 

Now, dear boxing lovers, take a deep breath for this passage in which Harry has a match against another bad boy.

And they tell us the match is not legal…

Wait a moment, what?

Ok, keep calm, I want to guide you into a thought process.

Now I want to calmly ask you: how much would Evil Harry weigh?

Internet says that he’s pretty tall, 5.9 feet…

Evgenij: – From my 6.2 ft, call myself impressed! –

But he weighs 163 lb. In boxing, he would be a middle-weight, and it makes sense, I mean, have you seen him? That boy is not built but slim.

Evgenij, who’s a little taller, is like 176 lb.

Let’s take into consideration his size: later his sister, when she’ll meet him again, will tell him:

“Holy shit, your muscles are massive.” I gushed in disbelief.

I still couldn’t shake the thought of him being an awkward sixteen year old teenager. His body had lost all the puppy fat he once carried. His muscles growing and defining.

[…]

“You’re so tall.” I commented.

This means that the Harry who attacked his sister’s harasser was a “little guy” to his actual self, and he already was capable of overpowering an adult, even without any fighting knowledge, allegedly. Plus, they keep telling us that he had big hands, tonic muscles, etcetera. Let’s take into account that an average sixteen years old is like 5.8 ft.

How tall is he then?

In a later scene, Bo will tell us that she needs two steps to reach him. This means from 1 to 1.3 ft.

Bo’s body is physically based on Lucy Hale’s, who is 5.1 ft at the moment.

However, Bo’s height is different than the actress, so she could be taller or shorter, we know that she needs two steps to reach Harry.

This is confirmed: in the US or in the UK, the most probable locations (by the way, where are we? No one actually told us where we are…) the average eight is like mine, between 5.7 and 5.9 ft. I think they take into consideration also senior citizens, who are generally shorter. I’m a little chubby and I’m on 175 lb. Keep in mind that a muscle usually weighs like four times fat.

In this context, Harry is “massive”. No one would call Evgenij massive, he’s like a pole. A light pole that tries to enlighten the darkness of ignorance.

Evgenij: – Charmer! –

So Harry’s height would be between 6.2 and 6.5 ft.

Now think about how much Evil Harry would weigh, with this info.

You guessed it? Cool, now I’ll show you, weight classes of male professionals (amateurs have fewer classes, but the same bottom limit) with weight. In your opinion, where is Evil Harry?

Minimumweight 105 lbs (48 kg)

Light flyweight 108 lbs (49 kg)

Flyweight 112 lbs (51 kg)

Super flyweight 115 lbs (52 kg)

Bantamweight 118 lbs (53.5 kg)

Super bantamweight 122 lbs (55 kg)

Featherweight 126 lbs (57 kg)

Super featherweight 130 lbs (59 kg)

Lightweight 135 lbs (61 kg)

Super lightweight 140 lbs (63.5 kg)

Welterweight 147 lbs (67 kg)

Super welterweight 154 lbs (70 kg)

Middleweight 160 lbs (72.5 kg)

Super middleweight 168 lbs (76 kg)

Light heavyweight 175 lbs (79 kg)

Cruiserweight 200 lbs (91 kg)

Bridgerweight 224 lbs (101.6 kg)

Heavyweight unlimited

https://www.britannica.com/sports/boxing/Weight-divisions

Let’s also think about his fighting style. 

For comparison, Muhammad Ali at his best was 6.3 ft and weighed like a ton and was considered “puny”.

But he was an athlete who relied on agility. Since Harry relies on overwhelming his opponent, we should think of a boxer who has a more violent and less refined style.

Mike Tyson, who needs no introduction, weighed and still weighs a ton, even if he’s as tall as me, i.e. 5.8 ft. A dwarf, proportionally.

Frank Bruno, aforementioned, is 6.3 ft and 246.9 lb.

Now, I’m pretty sure that Harry is in the upper class, above which there is nothing, right?

And his opponent would be about the same class, I think.

“He’s in the next class up.” Harry stated.

…

I know that I shouldn’t dwell on it, but this is the definitive proof that the author hasn’t even tried to document herself! For Pete’s sake, Wikipedia existed even in “Dark”’s time! Was it too much to even give a quick read at the weight classes?

And, going back to a scene that we’ve kept warm to taste little by little, it means that Harry’s punches are too strong for a non-professional heavyweight! It means that men of about 220 lb can’t take them, it would be too dangerous for them!

“Bo, I’m going to fight.” His raspy voice sternly told me.

I will fight, I’ll fight, with my heart I’ll fight…

Harry’s cellphone rings, Bo waits (it’s okay, I too prefer to be left alone when I’m at the telephone), but…

“Look, I’m already having enough trouble with Bo, without you starting on.”

Why on Earth was he going to fight someone? I balled my fists by my sides. Boys and their stupid egos. He was going to get hurt because of his bravado and lack of any sense to know when to back down. My chest rose up, taking in a heavy breath.

“I’ve already told you, it isn’t up to you.” He grumbled into the speaker. “I can do what I like.” He added sharply.

I’d had enough of this. My anger boiled over as I stomped forward grabbing the phone from his ear.

“Will you get off the fucking phone, Harry!”

Bo rips his cellphone from his hands…

I ended the call, throwing it into his open duffle bag. Before I could take another breath my wrists were taken hostage in his large hands. I winced as my back slammed against the wall of lockers. Heavy puffs of air forced from his parted lips as he yanked my arms above my head. He was furious. Bare chest heaving up and down. I desperately tried to struggle from his grip, but his strength was far superior to mine. I had never seen such darkness in his eyes as he pinned me with his hard gaze. His nose was millimetres away from mine. Breath trembled from my mouth, but I forced my fear to the back of my mind.

Ladies and gentlemen, the ideal man, considered by the ladies a feminist icon (I’m NOT joking), women defender and detractor of gender violence!

“What is it with you bloody women?” He asked rhetorically. “This is my decision, I don’t care if you don’t like it!” Harry shouted.

Without noticing, Harry even hurts her arm badly and understands that he’s doing it only when she begs him.

“Bo, please. I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. That’s the last thing I’d want to do….I’m sorry.”

Typical Abusive Relationship (TAR).

My eyes widened in fear, back desperately pressing to the lockers to try and increase the distance between us. But I couldn’t. I was petrified he would cause me harm again.

YOU DON’T SAY?

I closed my eyes as tears rolled down my cheeks. Harry’s body was warm against my own. I wanted to comfort him but I didn’t know how, my entirety still frozen to the spot. He was like a little boy, lost and alone as he searched for some kind of love.

Lost and alone?!

1) He has an army of women who would sell themselves for him;

2) Everywhere he goes they fall at his feet, even if he’s a total jerk;

3) He has a lot of friends;

4) He’s separated from his family because he’s escaped.

And you’re telling us that he’s “alone” and that this justifies his anger issues?

Assuming that he’s “alone”, it’s not that people distance themselves from him because he has some anger issues, is it?!

If he really wants to defend women, as he always says, what reason would he have to say “What is it with you bloody women? This is my decision, I don’t care if you don’t like it!”

This one is a control freak disguised as a misunderstood poor boy!

After some excuses and the reconciliation, we get to know who the beta bad boy is…

“The guy is a bastard.” Tom shook his head in disgust before he continued. “It’s well known he beats the shit out of which ever girl he happens to be seeing that week.”

O.M.G., this one is surely a monster even worse than Harry!

…

Then, why do all women go out with him?

Why does no one report him?

Why is he free?

Why didn’t Harry & co stop him before? What, pick on Steve (Bo’s friend, whose nose gets cracked by Harry some chapters ago) was easier, so we beat him?

And why, again, a man who abuses women is bad (which makes sense), but a man who beats other men is though?

It follows some other fluff and more love love because Harry will fight for one of his female friends that that guy has beaten.

I’ll sum up the next chapter: “fluff and Bo jerks Harry off”.

During sex, Harry discovers something shocking!

This was why she had been so reluctant to reveal herself to me. I frowned as my tips traced a sizable scar round the curve of her breast. It pained me to see her eyes squeezed closed. My body laid down by the side of her, Bo’s arms stiffly by her waist as she allowed me to continue my exploration.

“What happened?” I asked quietly.

She rolled her head away, not being able to look at me. I leaned up on my elbow, my fingers gently catching her chin and turning her back. My thumb carefully wiped away a stay tear.

“I-I was in the car with my dad.” She whispered. “In the back seat. I made it out..he didn’t.” Her voice strained as she spoke the last two words.

We also discover that even Harry has a scar, because once he tried to defend his mother from his violent father, armed with a bottle.

It would actually be interesting to discover something more, but then we have more fluff, iced with some boring moments and a lot of irritating hypocrisy.

Anyways, convinced by Bo’s words, Harry decides to meet his family and to track them down he has to rely on Louis, the generic tech genius (because a telephone book was too mainstream).

“Louis, it’s Harry. I need your help… I need to find someone.”

[…]

“This better be the right number this time, Lou.” I gruffly spoke.

“Haz mate, relax. We haven’t tried that many.” He reasoned.

“Twelve.” I sharply replied. “I thought you were supposed to be good at this sort of thing. It took you all of three minutes to find that girl’s number and address.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Louis remained silent.

I’m feeling a thrill up my spine, and not because the winter is coming. 

We now understand how Harry found Bo that quickly! Harry’s friends with a professional hacker, with whom he can reach whoever he wants!

Evgenij: – On one hand, I’m happy that what I thought was a plothole has actually a justification, on the other, this one is creepy. –

In like a minute, even if he was woken up in the middle of the night, Louis hacks (we’re not allowed to know what), manages to find Harry’s sister number (we’re still not worthy to know from where) and sends it to him.

The P.O.V. shifts to Jess, Harry’s sister.

I often wondered where he was now, what he was doing, if he missed us. It had been four years since we’d seen him, four years since he left. My baby brother, only sixteen when he lashed out at my boyfriend at the time. I shook my head, desperately trying to evade the horrible memories. We were shocked. He had to grow up faster than his years, taken on the responsibility of the only male in the house. It had taken witnessing Harry beat him nearly to death, for me to realise what a cruel and disgusting man I was dating. But it was too late. Harry left that evening.

Thus, Harry has become violent after being traumatized from the terrified looks that his mother and sister gave him, after seeing him being violent.

Fuck logic!

We had desperately tried to search for him. But it was like he had fallen off the face of the Earth.

Of course, police couldn’t find him even if he was taken into custody a couple of times.

Seriously, how could a boy get that much away? With what money? With what resources?

But now, Harry contacts her!

“I’m in my flat.” His tone told me he was rolling his eyes.

“Oh my gosh, you have a flat.” I quietly confirmed. “And your voice has gotten so deep.”

Right, of course, he has become rich in four years! Probably thanks to the money that he’s stolen…

Follows a fluff reunion of the family, in his sister’s P.O.V. I think that Harry will not say “Yo, sista, do you know that now I stalk and harass girls? But they like it, I’m not like that guy you were with!”

I called the reunion “fluff”? Actually, it contains some sexist gems:

I was about to speak again before a busty waitress came over with our drinks. She only glanced at my mum and myself, her attention fully on Harry who seemed unfazed my her attention seeking attempts towards him.

“Is there anything else I can get you?”

Her top was low, cleavage on full show as she peered at him through her fake lashes.

“No, I think we’re good thanks.” Harry looked to both of us.

My stomach had been churning all day at the thought of seeing my brother again, I had hardly eaten anything. I had no appetite for food. We nodded in agreement and the waitress huffed quietly before departing. I looked to Harry who didn’t seem to notice the not so subtle advances the blonde was giving him.

“And apparently girls like you too.”

He shook his curls, smiling. I scanned round the other tables. It was true, a number of female eyes were giving Harry curious glances. Lustful gazes travelling up and down his body. I suddenly felt protective, it was my baby brother that they were ogling. I gave one particular woman a hard glare. She looked a little flustered before returning back to her conversation with who I presumed was her boyfriend.

For the last time… What have you against busty blonde girls? Why the hell if a woman is seen in a bad light she must have big boobs?

What’s it, envy?

And, strangely, why does nobody criticize Harry who flirts and hits on her? Because he has a penis, the male is a hunter, the woman is a bitch who’s made of plastic from head to toe!

So fake eyelashes point out that she’s a bad girl, that she’s cheap? Rarity also has fake lashes too, she is only a bit conceited! It’s not a bad thing!

Have you ever thought that maybe she has to dress like that to attract more clients? Because those are her boss’ order?

And how can you inquire that the wanton girl who’s watching Harry is accompanied by her boyfriend? Maybe it’s her brother? A friend? This means that she’s a cheater!

That are maybe these scenes the motive of the pure/bitch dichotomy?

Evgenij: – I fear that stereotype existed long before… –

“Her name’s Bo.” His head dipped down, trying to conceal the pink splashing his cheeks. “She’s beautiful.” He mumbled quietly.

“Awww, Hazzzz.” I cooed, to which I was quickly told, rather rudely, to shut up.

Give me a gun, please…

Let’s move on when Bo… tries to wake Harry up with a blowjob.

Plot, plot, where are you?

Oh, now Bo opens the door to Harry’s soon-opponent’s brother. He’s got a lot of tattoos.

Because he’s evil.

Follows a generic argument between the two baboons (no offense to Caesar and every other primate) and let’s move on.

Do you know what was missing in this story?

Ladies and gentlemen, we are probably in the presence of the true good guy of this story!

I present you… Dan! (Not from Street Fighter, sadly, who would beat the hell out of Harry).

And we are introduced to him by Harry’s P.O.V.

But my attention then narrowed on the guy who followed out behind her. My right hand clenched round the wheel as he quickly took her forearm, helping to steady her. Why was he touching her?

He was helping her stand, it’s written! She tripped, maybe!

She smiled at him before he handed her his phone. What was going on?

So, dear homo sexistus, it seems that you’re observing a complex human ritual, called “number’s exchange”. It seems to be very common between work colleagues like Bo and Dan are, it actually is very useful to contact each other if they want to change turns, for example!

I pushed my curls back as I continued to watch the interaction. I didn’t like the way he was looking at her…or lusting after her. But I remained in the car, knowing Bo wouldn’t appreciate it if I intervened. The longer I observed them, the tighter my grip became, knuckles turning white.

I’m the only one thinking that Harry wants to strangle this poor dude, whose only fault seems to be attracted by Bo, from what we can see, at least?

“Why did he give you his phone?”

O.M.G.! This guy has grabbed the arm of a girl who’s falling! Disgusting!

And they exchanged phone numbers! Scary!

No, Harry’s just a control freak that doesn’t even accept that someone can talk with his “baby”.

He also rages because Bo accepts Dan’s invite, who asked her to show him the area since he’s new in town! Because Harry has instantly understood that he wants to abuse her!

I could tell by the tone of Bo’s voice she was desperately trying to convince me. My eyes squeezed closed in exasperation before locking my gaze with the girl sat in the passenger seat. She had no idea he had been shamelessly checking her out minutes before. Her innocence still proved to be something of an astonishment to me. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to let this guy take advantage of her naivety. Bo really did have no clue the effect she had on males.

Now, from how this scene is described, or better, from how other people approach her, Bo seems to be a very pretty girl.

So, what’s strange in the fact that someone wants to hit on her?

Someone can look at her with lust, so what? From that to abuse/rape her though it’s a big leap!

Plus, I’ll repeat: if she’s so hot, so smoking-hot that men get horny at her mere sight, why wasn’t she popular before? I bet that she was so sexy that everyone was in awe.

The situation is even lamer since Harry get angry thinking that Dan would do exactly what he had done!

“I’m going to have a little chat with him.” I spoke coldly.

Bo reached out to grab my hand.

“Harry, don’t.”

But I was already out of the car.

Where did I already hear something like this? Right, when a possessive husband has burned his wife because he has seen her talking with someone else!

Bo tries to get out of the car to stop Harry, but what does he do? He closes the car from outside!

Harry was overreacting. Dan had been really sweet today at work. We had talked between serving customers, something I would do with most of the staff at the shop. It wasn’t anything special, we were just being friendly. But of course Harry blew things way out of proportion; his protective side looming over me once again.

This is not being protective.

This is slavery.

Someone protective would have simply said “listen, Bo, that guy worries me, I’ll come with you too” and stop!

I was still seated on the driver’s side when Harry approached the car. He clicked the button on the key, unlocking the door. As soon as it was open I stumbled out. My attitude was a little hostile towards him, refusing to meet his green gaze as I yanked the back door open to retrieve my bag. How dare he lock me in his car. What on earth was he thinking?

“Bo. Where the hell are you going?” Harry asked.

I attempted to walk away but my wrist became imprisoned in his large hand. He tugged me, backing me up against the side of his car. My fingers were still tightly wrapped round the strap of my bag.

“Let go.”

Harry’s voice was low and I knew he was trying to stay calm. I instantly released my bag, to hear it drop to the floor, my eyes trained solely on his face. His warm body was pressed to mine, preventing me from escape. My heart was pumping fast, breath coming out in short puffs. Both my wrists were now pinned to the metal of his car as he stared down at me. His orbs dark.

I nervously peered to the right to see Dan still stood, eyes wide as he observed our interaction. I had grown used to Harry’s domineering gestures, but goodness knows how others portrayed the possessive behaviour. I quickly turned back when I heard what almost sounded like a growl from the back of Harry’s throat. His jaw was tense, grip tightening.

“You’re mine.” He deeply confirmed.

I’ll point out that Harry, the very day before, saw his mother and sister! The ones he escaped from since he worried that they were scared of him!

And now how does he act? Like the possessive guy!

This is not being protective, this is drawing lines to his slave! The next steps are “eat when I tell you to, you can go out only with me”! And the news reports, as already said a lot of times, give us tragic conclusions! The logic is “if you don’t do everything I say, then you’re not mine, and if you’re not mine, you’ll never be anyone else’s”!

Bo even says that she is “used” to his behaviour! On more proof of circumvention of an incapable! She defines him as “bossy” and “possessive” and regrets how others could “read” him! There is nothing to read here!

I think Harry was aware of my reluctance towards his forceful advances, my posture not as willing as he would have liked. It was then he decided to raise my hands up, my tips brushing his curls before he released his hold. My fingers were instantly wound into his hair, fisting at the soft ringlets. I tugged on them, hard. My intention was for him to recognise my objection to his overbearing dominance , knowing full well it was for the benefit of Dan, who I assumed was still watching on. Harry was claiming his territory over me. But instead of backing away as I hoped he would, the throaty moan he emitted took me by surprise. The vibrations running through my entirety as he cupped his large hands under my thighs. It was then I remembered Harry liked it when I was rough with him, my actions completely backfiring. My body was lifted up, Harry forcing me to wrap my legs round his waist.

I couldn’t help but gasp as his full lips placed kisses along my jaw before sucking on the spot where it met my neck. My small cries of protest transformed into whimpers. Harry knew exactly what he was doing.

“Say it.” He breathlessly demanded.

I remained quiet. His torturous trail continuing down my neck. My fingers still tightly held his curls, his strong body pressing me further into the side of the car.

“Say it.” Harry’s voice a little harsher against my skin.

I knew his level of annoyance was heightening as his lips pressed forcefully to my sensitive skin. My mouth parted as his intensity increased, Harry’s actions unforgiving as he severely sucked. Teeth grazed the reddened skin. It all became too much as I forced out the words I knew he was waiting to hear.

“I-I’m yours…Harry I’m yours.” My pained voice whispered. 

Harry has thus claimed his property, giving her another hickey. She tries to escape, but he tells her:

“I want you there…please”

Now it would be time to call the police.

“He has to know.” Harry spoke coldly. “He can’t have you..nobody can.”

Scary. I mean it. This scene is scary.

Can we quote a few thinkers on love and possession?

“Happiness is love, nothing else. A man who is capable of love is happy. Love is every movement of our soul in which it feels itself and perceives its own life. So it is happy who is able to love a lot. But loving and wishing is not the same thing. Love is desire that has become wisdom; love does not want to possess; he just wants to love” (Herman Hesse)

“The Difference Between “I Like You” and “I Love You.” “When you like a flower, you just pluck it. But, when you love a flower, you water it daily. One who understands this understands life” (Buddha)

I know I’m being monotone, but I’m consistent with the story: Harry does NOT love Bo, he has never loved her, he doesn’t even love her body, he loves to submit her and enslave her.

Why would he think I would allow that to happen? I had never been in a relationship before but I wasn’t ignorant to the fact you don’t go gallivanting off with some other bloke whilst you had a boyfriend. And why the hell would I want to do that anyway. I had Harry. He was all I wanted.

What does he mean with “go gallivanting off with some other bloke”? Can’t she go out with a friend? This observation is setting some strict boundaries and saying that there cannot be any friendship between women and men and that when a girl is in a relationship, she can’t go out with male friends. Or that the only friends a girl can go out with are the gay ones since they would not be interested in her?

Dear authors, if your rights suck to you, go burn your voting cards!

You do realize that we’re only at chapter 34! Yes, we’ve just passed half of the story!

And a lot of fluff, an extraordinary amount of fluff, still waits for us, with other disgusting messages, in a clumsy attempt to make us see Harry as a victim of the system.

I want to say something: every one of us has some hidden parts of their character.

I’ll show you: here I am joyful, cutie and soft, still, the last time I attended university, at the internship they defined me as a “very closed person”. I seemed a literal asocial, that you have to squeeze words out of him.

Why? Because I was very anxious, mostly due to my health problems, I was always in a state of alert because I worried that I would throw up, I had continuous diarrhea’s attacks, I got sick repeatedly and for this reason, I could not study, at night I woke up with the abdomen contracted for swelling and in a sweat bath. Four charcoal pads barely stem the whole thing. Stress impeded me from being myself.

Now, let’s use this kind of thought for Harry: in situations in which he has complete control over himself, he’s a stalker, a harasser (since “women actually like it”), gentle (he was rude with the kid, but he charmed Bo’s mom, so it can easily be a display), but, when Bo shows any sign of rebellion (also known as “autonomy”), he brings out his aggressive soul and goes as far as hurting her. That, that is his real self.

Frequently manipulative person displays a charming self, a honey trap aimed to trick others.

I hope that the followers of this story will mature and understand that it’s just rubbish, that doesn’t need to be praised (hopefully cancelled…), to not spread sexism, slut-shaming and rape culture!

Disgusted and bored,

fanwriter91

The reviewer sank into the armchair.

– Fluff, fluff and more fluff. Who will ever take my place? –

Francesco appeared only to shrug.

– I review trash, but even I have my limits! –

– Captain Eagoat? – asked Fanwriter91.

– She hides in a plot hole and Lady R preferred to dive into the abyss without Artorias’ ring. – explained Hacchan. – And don’t count on me. –

At that moment, the door opened revealing mattheus93.

– I was asleep for a moment. What did I miss? –

fanwriter91 jumped up and shook his hand.

– Congratulations, now it’s your turn! I’ll leave you the 26 chapters left, good luck! –

That said, the reviewer went out, pulled out his smartphone, loaded Age of Empires 2 and searched “how to turn this on”, making a Kobra car appear, in which he jumped in and left.

Evgenij thought about it.

– Mh, right, it actually bores people, and we have to take turns. But it’s all right, we were the first three reviewers of this blog, after all. –