𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙢 || 𝙡.𝙨

"𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙁𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙉𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙"

''Harry!?'' I yell shocked. I run over to the small form lying on an old mattress, shivering like crazy. His wrists are tied up behind his back with a thick rope to the wall next to him. His eyes blink open and he turns to me, wincing while doing so. He has a hard time focusing on me, but soon a weak smile is formed on his bruised face.

''Lou...''

''Yes, I'm here love.'' I say, I take his head in my hands and lie it in my lap. I start to stroke his hair and his eyes flutter close again.

''What are you doing here?'' He asks. I laugh quietly. ''Seriously, you're asking me that?'' He just shrugs softly. ''I'll untie your wrists.'' I say once I notice how uncomfortable he is lying. I stop stroking his hair and get to his wrist. After struggling for a few minutes to untie them, it finally works.

"How'd you get passed him?" Harry then asks.

"Sometimes fists are needed." I reply. Harry nodded silently and trusted me in taking care of him. He helped him sit up and let him lean against me. "What happened?" Harry's eyes widen at the question and I can see the fear in his eyes. It's like he is having a flashback to the past.

"He uh, he forced me to g-give him my phone and I- I- I did because I didn't want to get hurt, but..." The force of a son cuts him off. I hold him close to me; whispering sweet nothings in his ear. "He read our chat and gir furious because he knew I was gonna walk away. He hurt m- m-me and then l- locked me u- u- u-up in here. I was s- s- so scared be-cause I didn't want-want you to get h-hurt when you wou- w-would come." I hush him and continue to give him comfort. I open my mouth to say something, but I got cut off by Gerald who is watching out interaction with tears is his eyes.

" We should go, I don't know when Mr. Davies will wake up or anything." He says and pick Harry up in bridal style. He wraps his arms around my neck to keep himself from falling even though I have him tightly in my arms. We walk back outside and Gerald leads us back to the front. Once we are standing by my car, I put Harry in the passenger seat and strap him up. "Stay here." I say and kiss his forehead. He Nods quietly, a blush coating his cheeks. I inwardly coo at it. I walk over to Gerald who is standing at the gate, fiddling with his fingers, I can sense he is nervous.

"Don't worry about Jeremy, I and the other servants in the house will take care of him. We'll gladly testify if you're gonna sue him. He deserves to rot in prison for the rest of his life. As well of his family." He says. I can't help but hug him. "Thank you." He smiles and pats my back. "Take care of him, son." and tl with that he turns around and I go back to the car.

To the love of my life.