Unsteady || H.S

Chapter 6

~September 11th, 2015~

"My father married my mother a year after I was born, he tried to be a good father for a few years, but as I grew up he started slipping back into the slump he was in when he met my mother. He started drinking more and more until I couldn't recognize him. My mother would send me to my aunts house, she trusted her but once I was five she started taking advantage of me. I didn't know what to do, I've never told anyone this before but my mother noticed my depression and quickly had me put on antidepressants. One day I came home from my first day of high school exhausted. He asked for a drink from the refrigerator and I ignored him, walking up the stairs to my room and lying down for a nap. I woke up an hour later, my hair completely covered in flames, the smell of gasoline and smoke everywhere. I ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower before the flames reached my face and my mother took me straight to the er. I had a few surgeries while they took him to court. Sadly, he won and was released, we had to live with him until I turned seventeen."

One of his arms are wrapped around my torso as we look at the television blankly. My head rests on his shoulder, his hand gently rubs along the skin of my thigh, down over my knee high socks and back up again in a calming cycle. "Didn't your parents leave you this house though? Why would they leave such a gorgeous home?" He takes in a sharp breath, his body tensing slightly before I set my hand on his chest.

"On my seventeenth birthday my father got more drunk than he ever had before and got into a fight with my mother. Things got out of control and before I knew it he stuck a knife in her throat," his voice breaks, my arms wrapping tightly around him as his body shakes with memories of his past. "He was charged with manslaughter and has been in jail ever since. I got the house and have kept it the same as much as I can." I rub circles into his back, slowly calming him as we hold each other.

"When I was four my dad left my mom and I for another woman, my stepmom. After a few days of silence between us two I finally went into her room. There was blood everywhere, she had slit her arms wide open and I slipped and fell into the blood covering the floor. Now no matter what I do I can't wash that feeling off of my body, it's always there in the back of my head. I went to live with my dad and my stepmom Zoey would abuse me anytime my dad wasn't there to see. She resented me because I reminded her that she tore a family apart."

"I got you something Sky, for tonight." Harry reaches into the bedside table drawer and takes out a velvet box. My heart stops when he opens it, the delicate chain holding the smallest charm of a padlock, long enough to fall to the curve of my breasts. Tears prick at my eyes as I experience such a caring gesture for the first time in my life. "If you don't like it you don't have to wear it but when I saw it I thought about all the secrets, the night together, the tears and the smiles we've already shared. I don't want you to ever forget that, and I want you to know that I trust you with everything I've told you. You shouldn't have to worry about being alone ever again and with this you won't have to." I kiss him softly with tears rolling down my cheeks as I hold his. After parting he slips the necklace into my neck and holds me once again. "As long as you wear it I'll never let you be alone." I whisper words of thanks as we stay in each other's arms, my teases slowing as my smile grows.

He kisses the top of my head when I curl further into him, not willing to let him go anytime soon. "We should sleep, it's been a good night and we have class tomorrow." I groan dramatically, throwing myself back to lie on the bed. He follows me, practically crushing me with his weight leaving me laughing loudly. "Why must you be so difficult," he look down at me, perfectly comfortable with his body on mine. "You're so heavy," I try to push him off of me, both of us laughing wildly. "No I'm not, you're just tiny," he buries his head in my neck, kissing the skin relentlessly leaving more marks for the morning.