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«What is done cannot be undone, but one can prevent it happening again.
I don't think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains.
Whoever is happy will make others happy too.»



P.O.V Rose Elizabeth

"You can start explaining. And, Harry, please stop lying." I begged him as soon as we both got in the car. He didn't look happy, but I was done waiting for his mood swings. I needed answers immediately.

He looked at the car where the people who kidnapped me were and sighed. Their car start disappearing as it drove down the road and one of the Russian men sent me a glance before leaving. I didn't like it at all. I'm still scared about what happened tonight and Harry isn't helping.

He should have hugged me and tell me everything is okay. But instead he pointed a gun at the Russians and told them he would contact them later. My little finger told me it wouldn't be a pleasant conversation though.

"Harry!" I shouted when he didn't say anything, but he ignored me again and started driving, with his eyes fixed on the road ahead. I was done being patient and nice, Harry needed to hear me, "What's wrong with you? First, I was kidnapped because of you and secondly you pointed a gun at them. Could you please tell me what's going on?" My voice got louder and louder and he finally looked at me.

When I finally expected him to say something, he sent me a bored look and continued driving. He must be joking, something's not right here... Am I dreaming?

"You know what, don't say anything. As soon as we arrive at the hotel, I'll call uncle and ask him if I can stay at Georgina's."

After I explained him my decision, he did something horribly unexpected. Harry laughed. Seriously, his he drunk or something? Actually, I saw him drinking a few glasses of wine when I was with him. Okay, the fact that he is drunk is the only possible explanation for his reckless behavior. How could he be laughing when I was kidnapped?

"Please, Elizabeth..." Harry chuckled and I opened my mouth in disbelief, still not understanding the situation, "When will you stop fantasizing about my father being a part of your family? If you want to grow up so hard, then the first step is to be real. My father isn't your uncle and you know that, so stop calling him that. Besides, if he wanted so badly to be a family member to you, don't you think he would contact you at least once a week? He abandoned you, do you really think he will answer your fucking calls?"

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