POV: Harper
"I'll call Lauren. Everyone go get packed. Darius, we have clothing there." Max started to order everyone around like he would order his models, and in the moment the structure and strict planning was needed.
"Do you have somewhere in mind?" My dad asked Max while sliding his blazer off along with his shoes.
"Lauren has a heavily guarded house in New York, and so do I. We will be going to either one of them. Hopefully Lauren's jet is in this hanger." Max snapped his fingers for me to get moving.
I rushed to my bedroom and started to pack only the absolute necessities into a book-bag and a small duffle bag.
Within five minutes I had packed enough clothing for three days and four nights, a couple of sweatshirts, chargers, and my toiletries. On my way out of my room I grabbed my school bag, and dropped the three bags on one of the couches.
"Darius, put Harper's things in our car." Max ordered his husband with his phone still pressed to his ear. "Everyone is getting packed. Harper is already ready. Darius and I have plenty of things in our NY home. Are we doing your house or mine?"
I kept taking deep breaths and I scratched at my arms.
"Baby doll, don't scratch." Max pulled the phone away from his ear to give me a look.
I successfully pulled my hands away from my upper arms for a few seconds before reverting back to the self-destructive soother.
"Harper, do not scratch." Max used my real name. "She keeps scratching her arms."
I heard yelling on the other line and Max had to pull the phone away from his ear while he winced.
"Lauren wants to talk to you." Max handed me his phone before going to check on my grandparents as if he owned the place.
"Hello?" I held the phone to my ear with a shaky hand.
"Baby, I need you to stop scratching your arms for me. I know you are worried and have every right to be, so to prevent a full blown panic attack I need you to listen to me, okay?" Lauren's voice was like the eye of the storm. I knew it would temporarily calm me, but as soon as I hung up the panic would come back.
"Okay," I nodded my head and sat on the couch.
"You are going to ride with Darius and Max to the airport where I will meet you all. My jet is currently fueling up and going through the mandatory pre-flight testing as we speak, so we can hop on and head to NYC as soon as we get there. I promised you that I will always keep you safe, and I plan on keeping it." Lauren continued to remain calm.
"Am we going to b-be okay?" I weakly stuttered out as Max assisted my grandparents with their luggage. My dad toted his one duffle bag and his brief case out to his car at the same time.
"Of course we will be. You will be in my arms in less than thirty minutes. I've got this under control. I promise." Lauren hushed me with sweet nothings while everyone finished packing up the cars.
"We're ready to head out, Harp." My dad waved for me to follow him and I stood up from my spot on the couch.
"I've g-got to g-go." I got ready to hang up the phone with the one person who can truly calm me down.
"Okay, baby. I'll be here when you get to the airport. My boys will do the protecting in the meantime." Lauren's breath came out shaky.
"B-bye." I whispered while getting in the car with Darius's help.
"Bye baby. I'll see you soon." Lauren had a more confident tone that time, but deep down I knew it was fake.
I handed Max his phone back and he gave me a small smile.
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Never Too Soon
Teen FictionA small town occupied by an even smaller girl, who was only know as the abused outcast, finds herself in a spiral of emotions and realizations once she meets the neighbor across the street. But was the change for the better or the worse? One day s...
