Anguish and Agony |h.s|(editing)

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•Three weeks later•

It's been almost a month since I met Harry and he has been coming over and "getting to know" me often.

He visits at least twice a week. Sometimes three times. I know he wants to adopt me so I try to be difficult so he changes his mind.

I would act like he wasn't there whenever he'd ask a question or I would refuse to look at him. Mary-Anne always spoke to me about my behavior and how it needed to stop but I could not get adopted. I needed to be with Michael when he turned 21.

•Two weeks later•

I heard footsteps approaching my door and then a light knock. Mary-Anne appeared and then closed the door behind her, sitting down on my bed next to me.  She let out a sigh and began.

"Mirabelle, sweetie, I have some... news." She spoke kindly. "Um.. You're being adopted."

Perfect

"I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do. He's a very nice man and he genuinely cares about you." She tried to convince me.

I turned my body so I wasn't facing her anymore and started crying.

"He's coming by tomorrow. You might want to pack tonight. I'll help if you want." She offered quietly.

Once she left my room I started to cry even more. I loudly cried into my pillow, soaking it with salty tears. I curled up in a ball and fell asleep. I woke up an hour later and just accepted the fact that I'm not getting out of this.

I got up, trudged over to my closet and pulled out a suitcase. I plopped it open onto my bed and then pulled out my clothing and placed it next to my suitcase. I removed the hangers and put them back into the closet then nearly squeezed everything into my bags.

Once I cleared out my items from my room I pushed the bags to the wall and went downstairs.

"Do you need any help?" She smiled.

I shook my head 'no' and walked straight to the refrigerator. I opened it and pulled out some cold-cuts and went to go make a sandwich.

•the next day•

"Mirabelle. Come on sweetie, it's time to get up. Mirabelle. You need to get ready." Mary-Anne said gently shaking my upper arm.

I pulled the blanket over my head and rolled over. She let out a small laugh then pulled the warm blanket off of me.

"Mirabelle, seriously." She laughed. "You need to get ready."

Then I remembered.

I had to go with him.

Great.

I sleepily rolled out of bed and grabbed the outfit I had left out yesterday and slipped it on. I went to the bathroom, brushed my hair and teeth and put shoes on. I then got my bags and brought them downstairs and put them near the front door.

As I was about to go back upstairs to grab my last bag I spotted Harry. He was wearing a light sweater and a beanie and a watch to complete the outfit. He was talking to Mary-Anne in the other room; probably doing paperwork or something. They didn't notice me so I went back to my room.

I picked up the small bag and sat on the bed. Reaching into it I pulled out a little book filled with my thoughts and old pictures of my brother and me.

I smiled at the first picture i saw. It was us when we went to the beach for the first time. I was probably only one and Michael was about five but it seemed like it was only yesterday. I don't remember exactly when my parents started mistreating us badly. All I know is it started slowly and evolved into what I was just removed from.

As I stared at the photo, deep in thought, I began crying. Again.

I was going to miss Michael and who knows, Harry could make me move with him somewhere else and I might not be able to see my brother again.

"Mirabelle! Are you almost ready?" Mary-Anne called from downstairs.

I shoved the little book back into the bag took a deep breath then headed downstairs. As I walked up to them I threw the bag over my shoulder. Mary-Annes arms nearly suffocated me as she hugged me. I kept my arms at my sides as she told me that she was going to miss me. I bit the inside of my mouth to prevent the tears as her eyes watered.

She said her last goodbye then kissed my forehead. I turned to face Harry and he had a small smile on his face. He picked up my bags and dragged them to the car as I followed behind. As he put the bags in the trunk of the clean black car I awkwardly stood there, my heart pounding against my chest.

He slammed the trunk closed and walked I've to the passenger side opening the door and signaling for me to get in. I climbed into the car and buckled myself in as he closed my door then did the same.

He shoved the key into the ignition then turned it. The music turned on with the car and he lowered it, turned the heat on low then put the car in drive. He pressed the gas and my hope was gone. I felt my heart sink and shatter as we made it down the street.

During the long car ride I kept my eyes focused on the road covered in potholes. I didn't dare look at him but he frequently looked over at me. As we approached a red light I knew conversation was about to begin so I leaned my head on the window covered in water droplets.

"I know you don't like me but I think I might grow on you." He chuckled.

He'll grow on me for sure. He'll grow on me like mold.

I didn't respond. He let out a sigh and turned his attention back to the road.

When we finally made it to his home i was in shock. His house was quite large and very beautiful. He got my bags then walked to the front door and unlocked it. He moved out of the way and let me walk in first.

I was surprised by the cleanliness and neatness of his house. No dirty dishes around, organized bookshelves, clean floors and rugs, and it didn't smell gross and stale like I had thought it would.

"Here, I'll show you around."

•later•

I was quietly sitting in the kitchen as he prepared dinner. He was making some kind of spaghetti meal.

"Would you mind setting the table, love?" He asked as he dumped the sauce into the bowl.

I got up and grabbed the plates, cups, knives and forks and brought them to the table in the dinning room. I set the table up nicely and sat down in the chair. Soon enough he had placed the food down on the table then sat down himself.

Dinner was quiet for the most part but strangely enough it wasn't that awkward.

After we finished he cleaned up and washed the dishes. I sat on the couch in the living room and clicked through each channel. I finally found a show that was interesting so I put the remote down. Moments later Harry strolled in and plopped down in the spot right next to me.

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