🌼 Chapter Eight 🌼

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I was playing with the little puppies and Rosa, the german shepherd. Miss Freya was watching me from the back porch. I was giggling happily as one of the pups started to lick at my face. "Harrison, it's getting late. Are you staying over tonight?" Miss Freya asked.

I smiled at her and gently removed the pup off of me. "May I? I don't want to be a bother." I said. Miss Freya waved me inside. She offered her couch. So that's where I slept the night.

In the morning Miss Freya made a big breakfast for us. "Harrison, would you like one of Rosa's puppies? I haven't named them yet." Miss Freya said. I bit my already sore lip.

"I don't think I can. I know if I still lived with Nana, she would never let me. But can I name them, please Miss Freya?" I said.

She said yes so I named them Daisy, Lily, and the only male Titan. I changed into one of Miss Freya's younger brother's old hoodie. It was black with a skull on the front of the hoodie. I thanked her as she dropped me off at the library.

I was reading in my spot when Ambrose walked in. I glanced up and froze. He looked angry when he saw me. I quickly bent my head down.

Ambrose walked over to me. "Harrison, are you ready to come home?" He asked. Anger laced his voice, scaring me. I nodded, hoping that I wasn't in more trouble.

I followed him to his car. Ambrose didn't say anything to me. I kept my head down. When we arrived at the house, I could see Key and Liam outside pacing.

The only thing going through my head is that I was going to get hurt. I slowly got out of the car. Key ran to me. I braced myself to receive a hit.

"Harrison? What's wrong? Do you think I'm going to hit you?" Key asked. He had stopped short of me. I opened my eyes and looked away. "Harrison, has your grandma ever hit you?" Ambrose asked slowly. I shook my head quickly.

"Harrison, you can tell me the truth. You know that, right? I'm here for you." He told me. I wouldn't look at him or answer. Ambrose sighed and gently taking my arm.

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