The Boy Who Saved Me

Chapter 3 - Meeting Harry and Telling My Story

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Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep...

That's all I can hear. My head is absolutely killing me, pounding so hard it feels like someone is hammering the back of my skull. My ribs and legs feel heavy and I can barely move. I feel something warm holding onto my hand and I hear soft snoring.

What?

I slowly open my eyes, trying to adjust to bright lights. I look around, examining my surroundings. I'm in an all white room with a strange machine hooked to me, an IV in my arm, and bandages wrapped around the outside of my rib cage and around my head. I'm obviously in a hospital and let me tell you, I do not like hospitals.

I panic, my breathing coming out uneven and sporadic. My heart monitor starts going crazy, beeping loudly. A movement to my right finally brings my attention to the mop of messy brown curls beside me. The grip on my hand loosens as a familiar pair of green eyes meet my frightened brown ones.

"Oh my God. You're awake.." The lad says, clearly surprised.

I stare at him wide-eyed, scared to death. Who is this guy? I've never seen him before in my life, and he surely doesn't look like one of Dave's friends.

"Hey, calm down, love. Just breathe, it's going to be alright." He rubs my hand assuringly in an attempt to calm me down.

I honestly want to scream, but I'm too weak to. I need to get out of here away from this guy (whoever he is), and fast before I start crying.

He speaks again. "Do you know who I am?"

Of course I don't, you asshole! Why would I?

"Umm, n-no." I stutter nervously, mentally slapping myself in the face.

"Oh..."

He looks down at the ground. He honestly looks sorta disappointed, but relieved at the same time. But why? He turns back to face me and smiles.

"Well then, I guess I should probably introduce myself. My name is Harry, I'm 19 years old, and I'm not sure if you remember, but I kind of, umm... saved your life."

He looks down at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. So he's the guy who saved me. Wow, he's got some serious nerve! I mean, Dave is so big! How could someone his size take down someone like Dave so easily? Gosh, why am I even worried about that, he saved me and that's that! I should be thankful, which I am. If he hadn't showed up, I would be... well, dead.

I squeeze his hand as a friendly gesture. He looks up at me again, a hint of a smile showing.

I try to smile back a little, but my face hurts too much. "Thank you. Thank you so much. If you wouldn't have saved me, I'd probably be dead in that alley right now. But... If you don't mind me asking... Where exactly is Dave?"

Harry's smile widens a small bit. "Really, it's no problem at all. When I heard someone scream, I just thought it was some disgusting people going at it in that alleyway, but when I turned the corner to make sure it wasn't something serious, I saw you. I was in so much shock, seeing you like that with that bastard on top of you. I'm glad I saved your life, it was so awful watching all of that happen, it was just... horrid. I was so scared to do anything about it, and I'm so sorry it took so long for me to react. Seeing someone being attacked like that... I didn't really know what to do, I just kind if reacted on instinct I guess?" He pauses. "But uh... I'm guessing Dave is your dad?"

Now it was my turn to look at the ground. A tear slips from my eye before I look up again. "He's my stepdad actually. My real mum and dad died in a car crash when I was seven."

Harry looks stunned at first, but then he gives me an expression of sympathy.

Harry bites his lip nervously. "If you don't mind me asking, I mean it's pretty obvious and all, but... does he abuse you?"

My eyes go wide. Of course it was pretty obvious that Dave does, but Harry only knows about that one time. Harry doesn't know that Dave abuses me in more than one way, and frequently at that. Should I tell him?

"Love, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Harry says, looking around embarrassed.

I look at him with tears in my eyes threatening to spill over. I want to tell him more than anything, but if Dave finds me again, he'll kill me. One thing he told me specifically not to do was tell anyone about what he does to me.

Harry looks at me worriedly before he lets go of my hand, standing up. He starts toward the door, and I feel the tears falling now. They come hard and fast. I feel so guilty, it makes me sick, and I don't even really know why.

"I'm s-so sorry H-Harry! I- I d-didn't mean to upset y-you! P-Please d-don't l-leave me!" I sob uncontrollably. Pathetically.

Harry snaps back around, his eyes widening. He runs over to me and wraps his long, muscular arms around my frail body carefully. He rubs small circles on my back and whispers soothing things in my ear. He takes a seat on the side of the bed, looking deep into my chocolate brown eyes with his brilliant bright green ones.

He grabs my hands in his. "I know we barely know each other and we only just met, but you can tell me anything. I won't judge you, and I won't tell anyone what you say. You've probably never had anyone you could trust before, but you can trust me."

Harry looks at me with pleading eyes. I want so desperately to tell him about everything, but I'm so scared and I don't want anyone getting hurt, including myself. I always end up getting hurt by anyone I trust. I trust so easily, always getting stabbed in the back in the end. I think to myself silently debating whether or not to tell him. If I do, maybe he can help me get away from Dave and Susan. I think about it for awhile longer until I've finally made up my mind.

"You got time?" I asked him.

"All the time you need," he says, shifting himself on the bed to get comfortable to hear what I had to say.

I take a deep shaky breath and start telling him everything. Every little detail, from the day of the car crash, to the day I went home with Dave and Susan, to the first beating, until I got to where I am now. Broken and bruised in another hospital room. By the time I finish, Harry has a few tears streaming down his face.

"I'm so sorry..." Harry holds me tightly, whispering. "I swear to you, I will never let anyone hurt you as long as I have you. I will protect you with every thing I've got. Okay?"

I look him in the eyes. His beautiful green eyes. They show nothing but compassion, love, and promise. I feel that I can trust him with my whole heart. If I get hurt in the end, then so be it. I've been hurt so much in life, I don't think it would make a difference.

I really hope I don't regret this.... 

I nod with a small smile on my face.

Harry pulls me into a warm hug and by now we're both crying. He holds me tightly rubbing my back. My eyelids start drooping from how exhausted I am.

"Harry?" I asked.

"Yes, love?" He says sweetly, looking down at me.

"Will you stay with me please? I don't want to be alone.." I tell him nervously.

He only smiles. "Of course, love. Just get some rest. I'll be right here when you wake up, I promise."

With those words, I snuggle into Harry's chest and he wraps a blanket around the both of us. He makes me feel safe, like nothing could hurt me as long as he's by my side. With happy thoughts of maybe having someone I can possibly trust, I drift off into a soon to be sleepless night.

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