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Chapter 4

My hearts starts to beat faster. I'm practically shaking. How did he get my number? Oh wait. He did take my phone. Damn it I knew I should've locked it.

I look around. Hoping he wasn't following us. Obviously he wasn't but I had this feeling that Harry always knew where I was. And for some odd reason, I start to tear up.

"Hannah? You ok?." Ella asks with concern.

I wipe the tears that were rolling off my cheek. I didn't want her to know what happened.

"Oh yeah. I'm fine. Lets just go to my house. Ok?" I nervously chuckle.

"What did the text say?"

"Oh um....look."

I bring my phone up to Ella's face. She quickly glances at the phone. And then back on the road. She must've done that like three times.

"Ella. Don't worry. Your safe with me ok? Do you want to go to the police? They'll surely take Harry off your back"

"No!...I mean. Please don't. Last thing I want is for me to be involved in a crime scene again."

"Ella. You need to tell someone. Make them believe that Harr-"

"No. Just stop please." I cut in

"Fine. Just please call me if anything happens. Please."

We finally pull up to my house. I unbuckle myself and give Ella a hug saying thank you. I step out of the car and feel Ella grabbing my wrist.

"Please call me. Please"

"Thanks again for the ride." I say avoiding her question.

I pull my wrist back into my possession. As I'm walking up to my house I see my moms car. I was so relieved to see her home. I walk up the patio and toward my front door. I suddenly hear my mom laugh. Maybe she knew I was home. I quickly shove my house key in the lock and burst open the door.

"Mom! I'm so glad too-" I pause

My body is in shock. Not believing the tall curly haired boy standing by her. Wrapped in a blanket. Harry.

"Hannah! My love your home!" She cries.

She comes up to give me a hug as my chin rests upon her shoulder. I glance at Harry. He's standing there. Wearing the biggest smirk I have ever seen him wear. How did he get here. I was shaking in fear.

"Hannah. Darling? You ok? You looked like you've seen a ghost."

"Yeah I might have." I whisper without thinking. "I mean. No mom. I'm ok."

"Oh good. Well Hannah. I was on my way from your aunties house and I saw this lonely boy walking in the cold almost naked. His name is Harry. Harry, Hannah. Hannah, Harry."

I couldn't believe what just happened. Fear wasn't inside me anymore, but disgust was. How dare he use my own mother to get to me. How dare he.

"Hi." Harry nervously smiles

"Mmm." Is all I could say

"Hannah. Please take Harry upstairs into my bedroom. Your father had left some clothes here. I packed them in a box."

"Right this way." I say in annoyance.

We pass my mother and I start to guide Harry up to her room until I stop him. I couldn't take this anymore.

"Alright. Explain yourself. No fucking jokes anymore Harry." I bite

"What do you mean? I was just a little boy walking around in the dark almost naked. I had to hitch a ride with someone." He said all innocently. "Some bitch stole my car."

"Oh bite me."

I turn my back and walk into my moms room. Rustling through the box and throwing clothes at Harry, not realizing they didn't match. I didn't care.

"Bathroom is down the hall." I say, "Hurry up and change so you can get out of here. I'm sick of you always stalking me."

"Oh honey, I'm not leaving. Your mother was kind enough to let me stay the night. She said I could use the guest room."

"MOM!" I scream in question.

I push Harry out of my way and stomp down the stairs. I reach the kitchen noticing my mom wasn't in there. I looked in the living room. No one. There was a note on the door.

It read:

Hannah, something has come up. I invited Harry to stay the night. Please find him a place in the guest bedroom. Be home tomorrow morning.

~Mom xoxo



Now the fear started to come in. Harry must've known she had something today. I'm alone in the house. With Harry. A suspect of rape. Oh no.

I hear quiet footsteps coming from up the stairs. I couldn't let Harry find me. I quickly shut off all the lights and hide behind the couch. I hear Harry in the kitchen.

"Oh? Hide 'n' Go Seek? I love this game." Harry calls out. "Hannah? Oh Hannah-kins? Where are you my love?"

I hate this game of cat and mouse Harry always seems to love. I had my phone in my pocket so I quickly bring it out realizing that the bright light might ruin my hiding spot. As soon as I hear Harry jog back of stairs, as if I went up there, I come out of my little habitat and creep up towards the bathroom across the living room. I start to panic as Harry starts to run down the stairs again. Shit. He heard me. I start to book in towards the bathroom, but I wasn't fast enough. Harry puts one arm in front of my waist and throws me over his shoulder.

"Harry! Harry goddamn it let me down!' I scream.

I start to bang on his back like a little three year old. Hurting myself more than it was hurting him. My hand turning purple from my impact with his back. He was so toned. His muscly back distracted me from where we were going. I recognize my dirty bed room floor. Harry throws me on the bed. I crawl away from him. Waiting for another explanation.

"Your mom had it clear that I'd make sure you were in bed. Sleep." he demands.

"Harry. I'm 18 years old! Quit worrying about me!" I cry

A smirk revealed with two dimples was my only reply as he turns his back towards me, walking out of my room. And shutting the door. I get up from my fatal position as run towards the door, roughly opening it.

"Harry!" I call out

His face was filled with anger once again. Creepingly walking towards me. He hated the fact that I always disobeyed his orders.

"I told you to sleep."

"Can I at least show you where you are sleeping. It is MY house."

He gestures out a hand. I nervously take his gesture. Making him following me towards where he was "sleeping". I obviously wasn't going to let him sleep here. It's to dangerous.

"Here Harry." I open the door.

"It's...dark."

"Well walk in and turn to your left. There's a light switch." I explain. "Sleep tight."

As soon as he walks in, I quickly shut the door. The light shows from under the door frame.

"Hannah. Why the hell am I in your garage." Harry says on the other side of me

"It's where you will be sleeping. Have fun, Harry. And bang on the door. I dare you. You'll break your fist." I say laughing while locking the door.

"Hannah!" Harry screams.

I ignore the sounds of Harry's little tantrum with banging and screaming. I walk back upstairs and slip on some sweats to sleep in and a cozy shirt. I pick my phone to text Ella. Just to let her know that I was in my house. I tried my best not to mention Harry because she'll be over here faster than I could tell her not to. I roll on my side and slowly start to wait for her reply. Sleep takes over me.

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I wake up in the middle of the night. 2am to be exact. I wanted to go check on Harry just to make sure he was ok but I was too scared. I didn't hear anymore banging and yelling. So maybe he had fallen asleep. I still wanted to go downstairs to get something to drink. Haven't you ever had that time when you wake up in the middle of the night and have a crazy urge to drink something? Yeah. That was me.

As I'm walking downstairs, I notice it starts to get a bit colder. Noticing the garage door wide open made my heart fall. I went into the garage and no one was in there. The electric door wasn't open, so he didn't escape. He's still here. But where? Where was he? I had noticed a light coming from the downstairs bathroom. I slowly walk over too it, placing my ear by the door. All I heard was the sound of heavy breathing and grunts.

"I'm a failure. A fucking failure! I can never be with a girl I liked. Never. How stupid am I!" Harry screams

I open the door and my eyes spring wide open. I bring my mouth up to reveal what Harry had done. Blood everywhere. I couldn't believe my eyes. Tears start to build up.