Lost

Nightmares

I began to question myself, again. For the past few hours I'd been thinking. This was really crazy. I'd literally known Harry for two days and we were taking a week long road trip to Washington to find his father and beg for money?
What happens if his father turns us away empty handed. What happens when he does fund Harry? We pay back Charlie and.. What? We live happily ever after, of course! No.
Then there is his mom. Who I've just recently learned has stage 3 pancreatic cancer and isn't doing too well. What's going to happen to her?
Maybe she beats the cancer. The chemo and radiation do their job and she walks away fine. Charlie leaves Harry alone. My dad goes to prison. Then what?
Harry and me shake hands and tell each other to have nice lives? What do I do when my money runs out? Get another job waitressing? Try going to college maybe. Where will I live? What about Harry?
I wanted so much not to think about all this and just go with it. To be free spirited, not caring what happens. The only problem is I'm not that person. I plan, I sort, I organize. If it weren't for that I wouldn't be where I am now.
What if none of this works? My dad finds me. Charlie finds Harry. Everything that can go wrong, does.
It was getting late and I hadn't slept in a real bed for a few nights. I decided to put these thoughts behind me and find a hotel. We were coming up on a little town. I glanced over at Harry. His long legs were pulled up to his chest and his head was resting awkwardly against them. How could he sleep like that?
I laughed at him. He stirred in his sleep and stretched out his legs. I kept diverting my attention back and forth from him to the road. He was kinda adorable.
I hated myself for finding him attractive. Who wouldn't though? I turned my eyes back to the road as I approached the little town. I slowed down as the speed limit dropped. Harry stirred awake.
He smiled sleepily. His hair was a mess and his eyes still heavy with sleep. "Where are we?" He mumbled. His voice was so much deeper when he was tired.
"I'm not exactly sure." I scanned the road for signs. "I figured we could find somewhere to stop for the night." He yawned and nodded.
I ended up pulling into an old hotel on the edge of town. The first impression on the building wasn't exactly appealing. It was dark and dreary. The siding was in a major need of a fresh coat of paint. It smelled as if the trash hadn't been taken out in months and there was a loud train just across the street.
Complaining was out of the question though. One more night of sleeping in the car was going to be the end of me and since we were on a tight budget this would have to do. I turned off the car and grabbed my bag from the back seat.
We walked inside, the interior was just as unwelcoming as the outside. I looked straight forward at the check in desk. The old guy behind the counter stared back at me like I was a slice of cheesecake. I took a couple steps forward.
"Hi, I need a room for two." I said as politely as possible. He grinned, showing off his rotted teeth.
"Sorry we're all out'a the honey moon suite." He cackled loudly and saliva ran down is chin. I chuckled nervously.
"Uh. That's okay." I replied. "Any old room is fine." He handed me a key for room 129. "Check out is at noon. Fifteen dollars is the total." He said, before being overcome in a fit of coughing. I placed fifteen dollars on the counter and hurried off to find the room.
Just a little way down the hall was our room. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. It was tiny, smelling strongly of cigarette smoke. There was only one bed and a night stand with a flickering lamp.
"I told him a room for two!" I pouted as I slumped down on the bed.
"It's okay I'll go talk to him." Harry laughed and hurried out the door to sort things out. He returned a couple minutes later. "All of the rooms only have one bed. We can just get another room." he said with a yawn. I nodded and was about to speak, but I was interrupted by what sounded like a gun shot followed by a scream.
I gave Harry a horrified look. "Maybe I can just take the floor and you can stay in here too." I suggested as more noises emerged from upstairs. He laughed.
"Scared?" He asked and sat down by me on the bed.
"No." A loud thud shook the walls and I quickly rapped my arms around Harry and buried my face into his chest. He giggled like a small child, as if we were completely fine here.
"It's okay Sam." He rubbed small circles in my back. Soon the yelling from up stairs become faint and my eye lids grew heavy with sleep.

Darkness filled the room. I could hear foot steps. "Hello?" I whispered. "Is someone their?" A dim light flickered on. Still I saw no one. I stood up and looked around. Suddenly a hand grabbed my wrist. I whipped around and stared into the eyes of my father.
"I've missed you Sam." He spat.
"Leave me alone!" I took a step back.
He grinned.
"What's wrong baby?" He walked up to me and touched my cheek. His hand was rough and it sent a chill down my spine. Fear filled every inch of me.
"Don't touch me!" I pushed his hand away. Anger filled his eyes.
"You shouldn't have done that Sam." He growled and raised his hand up-

"Harry!" I yelled. I sat up in bed. It was just a dream. My cheeks were wet with tears. Harry bolted up. He'd been asleep on the floor.
"What's wrong?" He asked, alarm filled his voice. The
"Sorry." I sniffled, tears continued streaming down my face. "Just a dream. I didn't mean to wake you." He climbed up into the little bed. He placed his arm around my shoulder.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked gently.
"No. Yes. I don't know." He didn't say anything, he just stroked my arm. "Harry?"
"Yes?"
"I've known you for like three days and..." I stopped, I wasn't sure what I was trying to say. He kept quiet and waited for me to continue. "It's weird you know? Because, I like, trust you. More than anyone..." I sighed. The right words wouldn't come.
"Are you worried that I'm not who you think I am?" He asked.
"Deep down, yes. I think I'll never shake that fear, with the past I've had. Is this crazy?" I asked.
"Yeah." He laughed. "I'm so thankful to you Sam. I'd be dead right now if it weren't for you. Trust me, when I say I will never ever hurt you. I know you haven't known me long enough to have a secure opinion on who I really am. Please just know that-" he stopped.
I snuggled closer to him and yawned. Part of me told me not to. That I should stay on my side of the creaky bed. What if he's actually a rapist or something?The other half me wanted to fall asleep in his arms and stay there forever. He was the best friend I'd ever had and even if I shouldn't, I really did trust him.
"Just know that I'll always be there for you." He said quietly. I nodded and shut my eyes. In that moment all fear had left me. Everything was perfect. Nothing could hurt us. I smiled and began dozing off to sleep again. For once in my life I was safe.
In this old, creepy hotel. Where people up stairs were fighting with weapons. Where the old guy at the desk was probably high on cocaine. Where I'm pretty sure rats infested the walls, do to the noises I'd heard. Where I was cuddled up in, nearly, a strangers arms. I finally felt safe.
The next morning I awoke at eight o'clock. The sun streamed into the window and right into my eyes. I yawned. As my eyes adjusted to the bright light I realized I was way to cozy with the sleeping Harry next to me. It startled me and one way or another I ended up falling on the floor.
I let out a little shriek and I rubbed my arm that I banged against the bed frame. Harry peeked over the edge of the bed and smiled. "What happened?" He chuckled. Once again his voice was deep with sleep. I began to giggled and reached out a hand to help me up.
"I wasn't exactly expecting to wake up spooning with you." I laughed. He turned red and his eyes grew wide.
"Oh... Uh-I sorry.." He stuttered and scratched the back of his head.
"Hey it's fine." I elbowed him a bit in the arm. He smiled at me, his face was still extremely red. "Put on a shirt, let's go get some breakfast." I said and tossed him his dark t-shirt.
He looked down at his bare chest and quickly pulled on his shirt. He turned his back to me and began fumbling to get his shoes on. I'm not sure why he was so embarrassed, but it was really funny.
I found my way to the bathroom and washed my face. I laughed at my disheveled appearance. I put on my old flannel and some ripped skinny jeans. I slipped my feet into my converse.
Quickly I ran a brush through my tangled hair.
I stepped back into the little room. Harry looked as if he'd recovered from his embarrassment. "Ready?" He asked with a smile. I nodded.
"Harry, you probably need to go clothes shopping." I mentioned as we walked down the hall. He laughed.
"All I've got is the clothes on my back." He said.
Quietly we placed our room key on the counter. The creepy guy was asleep, so we made sure to keep silent. We exited the old hotel and ran out to my car. "I win!" I shrieked as I touched the hood of the car.
"No way! I beat you by a long shot!" Harry argued. I laughed and climbed into the drivers seat.
"First Denny's. Then the mall. We are going shopping!"
"Okay Sam." He smiled and large indents formed in his cheeks. I returned the grin and drove away from the terrifying hotel.

So... I think I really like this chapter^^ I don't know. It's funny, but I'm trying to figure out how to make the chapters longer and I'm really struggling. I could use some constructive criticism. So leave comments and vote! As always, I love you babes!
~J