Run & Hide ☠ Sequel

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   "I can't sleep."

   "I've noticed," I muttered, turning onto my other side to face him.

  He lay there in the dark on his back, fingers intertwined over his bare stomach as he stared up at the ceiling with a frown etched upon his face. I let out a quiet yawn, before snuggling further into the pillow, scowling hard when Harry spoke up again. I just really wanted to sleep, and he wasn't letting me do so.

   "I just can't stop thinking about today."

   "Why?" I questioned even though I knew the answer to my own question, inwardly groaning when he started rambling again. He just couldn't stop apologizing and worrying about what happened earlier no matter how much I reassured him that it was okay.

   "Because I wasn't myself! I was being rough with you a-and you were crying-"

   "Harry, I can handle you being rough-"

   "That doesn't explain the tears."

   "But it does explain that ache you have in your crotch right now."

   "Touché."

  I giggled immediately, before I opened one eye to peek at him, finding him frowning at me hardly.

   "Why were you crying?" he whispered, biting his lip as I pondered for a bit.

   "I don't know, I mean, I wasn't crying because I was scared you were being rough or anything. Like you said, you weren't acting like yourself so that kind of scared me. I just thought Blake had gotten into your mind," I explained, making him nod slowly, biting his lip.

   "Don't worry Scarlett, he never got into my mind. I honestly didn't give two shits about what he was saying," Harry said truthfully, before he paused to purse his lips. "Except the thing he said about Andrei almost raping you."

   "Harry-"

   "Did he touch you?" he asked worriedly, shuffling closer to me and grasping my waist. "Please tell me, I need to know."

   "No he didn't," I said softly, knowing that Harry was referring to touching me down there.

   "Then what did he do?" Harry demanded quietly, making me sigh lightly, finding it uncomfortable to reminisce that horrible time.

   "He used a whip on me," I mumbled, causing a pained expression to appear on Harry's face. "Listen, everyone knew it was inevitable. But he stopped himself Harry, and I got lucky that way-"

   "I know that Scarlett, and I'm relieved to hear that. But tell me, did he see you naked?" I swallowed thickly at his sudden question, making him sigh harshly, knowing my expression had again confirmed his thoughts. "I just wish I was there to beat the shit out of him for even trying."

   "I know baby," I said with a sigh, shuffling closer to him and laying my head on his shoulder. His arm wound around my shoulder, holding me to him as I hooked my leg onto his waist.

   "I killed him too quickly," Harry grumbled.

   "But you kinda had to. I was hanging off a cliff," I reminded him with a chuckle, making him pout at me. "You ready for tomorrow?" I asked him with an arch of my brow.

   "No."

   "We're gonna be alright," I grinned widely at him, a huge contrast to his stony face as he gave me a blank look. "Why are you so pessimistic? Sheesh."

   "Remember what I told you," he reminded me, making me roll my eyes.

   "Yes yes, stick with you at all costs," I repeated his words from this morning. A comfortable silence fell over us for a few minutes and I felt myself drift away to sleep, until Harry broke it again with a few words.