Somebody's Child

~ T W E L V E ~

While I was helping Harry get ready the next evening for his shift, I went over the plan with him. "Y-you want me to g-get h-hurt." he stuttered staring to shake. I pulled him in for a hug and leaned down to his ear. "I will give you something for the pain beforehand, so you don't feel anything." I whispered to him.

"Its the last night, the last night we will ever have to do this. After tonight we are free. Harry look at me." I said pulling his face to look up at me. "I love you. Remember what I promised you on our first date a few years ago?" I asked him, holding his hands.

"Y-you told me you were going to get me out of this place one day. You said we would start a life together with a baby and a wedding." he whispered back to me. "And tonight, I'm making that promise happen love." I said kissing him.

"But I need you to do this. I promise Harry, I promise this will be the last time." I said continuing to whisper. He smiled and nodded. "Okay, Ill do it. for us." he replied. "I will also be in the room with you love. I don't need you to do something for me though love. I know you're going to hate it, but I need you to be tied to the bed by one of the clients. I need this to look as real as possible, so Jeff believes it."

Harry broke down crying as he fell forward. I caught him in my arms and helped calm him down. Harry is absolutely terrified of being tied up because of an incident that happened when he first came here. One of the clients tied him to the bed and while fucking him, Harry's shoulder became dislocated, and he had to be rushed to the hospital. Ever since then, he was not allowed to be tied up. Although that doesn't stop the nasty predators who still try to.

I carried him and placed him into the warm water of the bathtub. Me getting in right after and pulling him onto my chest. I started washing his body slowly, running the loofah up and down his delicate skin as I sang to him softly.

'Cause we made it, underestimated and always underrated

Now, we're saying goodbye, waving to the hard times

Yeah, it's gonna be alright, like the first time

I finished washing his body and his hair before we got out. I wrapped him in a towel and lead him over to the sink where I then blow dried his hair to make his luscious locks bounced again. I helped him apply just a bit of makeup to hide his bruised face and busted open lip. He winced at the pain. My poor baby. I was still mad at myself for not being there yesterday when he needed me, but I couldn't let my thoughts get in the way.

Once he was looking pretty, I helped him get dressed in just a simple outfit. Black skinny jeans, and over sized sweater and black converse. I smiled as I looked at how beautiful he was. It was nearing the time to leave so I had to make sure I had everything I needed. Plane tickets, cash, ipecac (to help Harry throw up), passports, Harry's meds and tools needed to get the tracker off my car.

I had everything ready to go when Jeff called us to get in the van. I held Harry's hand as we made our way out of the room, past Jeff to the car. The drive there was silent, the boys were all still trying to get some rest before they got there, except Harry. Harry leaned his head against the window and watched as the sun started to set.

It was about an hour drive with evening traffic before we got to the mansion. We got out and unloaded the boys as they stared at the house before were ordered to follow Jeff. This time, the boys were all put on stage to showcase their bodies and men were to come up and place their names on a sign-up sheet. I stood with Harry as he shook and looked like a deer in headlights.

On Harry's sign-up sheet it said I was sitting in, but it still didn't phase these men. The men lined up behind one another, palming themselves as they waited to sign up for Harry. fifteen minuets later, sign up was closed and I took Harry to his room.

The first few clients were not bad at all with Harry. They came in, fucked him and left satisfied. Halfway through I decided it was time to get this plan rolling. I put a shit ton of Ipecac in a cup of water for Harry to drink so he would vomit. The next client came in and immediately tied Harry up. "P-please no" He cried but the man didn't care. I hated seeing him like this, but it was part of the plan.

I mouthed a 'I'm sorry' to him as he cried hopelessly. The man didn't go easy at all. He didn't use lube and went in raw, causing Harry to scream in pain. I bit my lip hard as I mentally tried to stop myself from saying something, hoping he would vomit soon.

Thankfully a few minuets later he started puking and the man got up off him, getting dressed and walking out mad. I walked over to Harry just as Jeff walked in. "What the hell is going-" He started to say until he saw Harry literally tied up and puking his guts out.

"That's disgusting. Take him to ER. Now!" he said leaving. I smiled as I untied Harry and helped him get dressed. "Almost free love.: I whispered as I picked him up, handing him a bag for his vomit and took him out of the room, downstairs to the car. "We made it love." I whispered as he kept puking.

I drove to the hospital and parked in the parking lot as I went underneath the car to take the tracker off. Harry changed to vomiting it in the trash can as I did this. I'm glad I brought the tools because it made it so much easier for me. Once it was off, i threw it into the trash can and rubbed Harry's back until he stopped puking.

I could tell he was exhausted though so i picked him up and carried him back to the car. "Okay love, to the airport we go." I smiled and so did he as he closed his eyes. I placed my hand on hid thigh as I started driving off towards the airport, leaving the car abandoned in a parking lot close by. I picked up Harry and carried him a few blocks to the airport.

Our plane was leaving in 2 hours, but we had to get through security. Surprisingly since we were on a red-eye flight, it was easy it to get through as there wasn't a lot of people. We sat down in our waiting area for our flight to Canada.

Harry climbed onto my lap and cuddled me as he we waited. His stomach growled and I looked at him. "Are you hungry love?" I asked as I brushed my nose against his cheeks. He nodded as he smiled. "Ok love. I will get you something from the vending machine. Is that okay?" I asked and he nodded.

"Thank you love." He replied as I placed him down on the seat beside me before going to get him a snack. I got him a bag of chips, a MadeGood bar and a bottle of apple juice before I walked back to him. "Here you are love." I smiled and gave it to him.

I watched as Harry ate in awe. He was the most precious, beautiful human in the world, and I can't believe that he was all mine. I love Harry so much. From the moment that we were brought to the brothel, I just knew we were going to end up together. His cheekiness, his dimples, and his heart was so pure and innocent. He is the love of my life and I intend to take care of him for the rest of our lives together.

I didn't want to ruin it, but I have a surprise waiting for us at out destination. His mum, Anne and his sister Gemma were already there waiting for us. I got in contact with them last month and told them everything. I even paid for their flights out there to live with us for a while.

I looked over at Harry who was now sound asleep on the chair with the teddy bear I got him and pulled him onto my lap. I cuddled him until our flight was called and picked him up, carrying him onto the plane to our seats. I bucked him in and myself before I ran my fingers through his curls and started humming to him.

As the plane took off, I smiled as I looked down at the city of London below us and smiled as I kissed Harry's head. "We're finally free love. Finally free." I said as I smiled.