Harper

I LOVE YOU

Harper's pov:

Are you okay?" Dylan asked, his hand gently resting on my leg.

"Why the hell did you rush me? We were supposed to stay there for a while," I retorted, feeling a lump forming in my throat.I snapped, trying to swallow the lump away. I took deep breaths, glancing at Dylan, who seemed lost in his thoughts.

Rolling my eyes, I shifted my gaze to the window. The view was unexpectedly beautiful, a sight I hadn't noticed before. A genuine smile crossed my face as I looked at my little Henry, kissing his forehead and covering his shivering body. I loved him, and I hoped my family did too. 

1 year ago:

"Get in the car, you fucking brat!" Mark's enraged voice echoed as he slapped me hard across the cheek. My father, an abusive drunk, had reached a new low, selling me for drugs.

"Please, give me another chance," I pleaded with the man in front of me, aware of the pathetic nature of my request. I couldn't fathom the depths my father would sink to, and the looming uncertainty terrified me.

Attempting to escape, I was forcefully held down, watching the boy I was meant to go with show no concern for my predicament. The world blurred as he injected a green substance into my neck, plunging me into unconsciousness.

Present:

"Wake up, peanut," Dylan's voice gently roused me from my slumber. Startled, I jumped up, alert and disoriented.

"Relax, peanut. It's just me," he reassured, stroking my hair with affection. I sighed in relief upon realising it was Dylan who had awakened me.

"Are you okay?" Dylan asked, removing my seat belt, snapping me back to the present.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I assured him, but I sensed his wariness.

He nodded, stepping out of the car and courteously opening my door. Grateful, I left the car with precision, careful not to wake up Henry.

"Where are we?" I inquired as I approached Dylan, feeling a tinge of unease.

"It's my house, peanut," Dylan chuckled, observing my amazed expression. Wow, he's rich.

"Do you want to go in, or are you better off outside?" he asked. I hadn't even noticed him leaving my side.

"Sorry," I apologised, walking faster to catch up with him.

His house wasn't as grand as mine, but for a man living alone, it was huge. We entered the house, and I was greeted by a pleasant aroma of coffee mixed with vanilla.

"You like it, don't you?" Dylan grinned as he settled into a chair, kicking off his shoes.

"Yeah, I do. Could you please lead me to the guest room?" I demanded. Dylan nodded and guided me to my room through various hallways of different shapes and sizes.

We reached a door labelled "guest room" with blue and white font. I opened it impatiently, stepping into a magnificent, spacious, plain white room.

"Get comfortable," Dylan said, kissing me on the forehead before closing the door, leaving me standing there in awe of my heavenly room.

"Hey, baby," I cooed to Henry, who was starting to wake up. "Dada," he murmured, barely audible, his innocence tugging at my heartstrings. "No, baby, your daddy isn't here," I replied, kissing his cheek and eliciting a small giggle from him.

Once again, I found myself smiling at my little boy and decided it was the perfect time for a bubble bath, a chance to create lasting memories with him.