Brutal some might say, cruel to others. Aphrodite was none of those of course, just the best at what she did with no shame. Named after a Greek goddess obviously she was going to be a narcissistic bitch willing to do anything to get her way no matte...
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APHRODITE.
4:05am.
I didn't sleep much last night, but I knew between the two hours and a half I slept my body betrayed me. Harry's head was cuddled into my chest and our legs were tangled together, completely ignoring the 'barrier' I had placed.
Both fortunately and unfortunately, I decided against wearing pants to bed, knowing if I had my legs would be on fire right now. Harry shifted his arm that was under me, hugging me closer to himself. His head was right in the cleavage of my tits, his curls tickling my face every time he moved.
I knew I had to get up sooner than later to figure out the shit that happened yesterday, but Harry obviously didn't seem okay. I had never seen anyone react like that to it. Of course I was numb to my own lifestyle and expected people to see it as I did, but Harry, he seemed completely out of it. I couldn't hear his annoying voice no matter how hard I tried. Nothing would snap him out of his trance.
He didn't want to be touched yesterday, and now he was holding onto me like his life depended on it. He actually seemed like he was terrified of it. I had to snap at Val to stop trying to touch him while in the car, even if she was just trying to comfort him. She was shaken too so I did feel bad, but I didn't know what to do.
Harry was sitting still, too still that I had to place my hand inches away from his nose just to check if he was still breathing multiple times. His neck had scratches on it from when Gray said Harry grabbed at his neck while throwing up, only concerning me more. He barely at dinner that day, and breakfast was the only other meal we had. In the car he kept going in and out, only fully being in it once we got into the bathroom. I didn't like that I was worried about Harry, that I might've cared about him that hour when I cleaned the blood off his skin and continued to do so even when we both knew nothing was left.
So I let him cuddle himself into my chest and ran my hand through the curls in his hair for the next twenty minutes.
4:27am.
I still couldn't figure out who called the attack. Those shooters were terrible and inexperienced, their lack of effort to protect themselves showing it. Everyone could tell we were holding off on the graphics on our ways of handling them, but I got real close to snapping when that son of a bitch shot me.
