I stared up at him with wide eyes and he did the same.
"What's wrong?"
"Why are you crying?"
"Are you okay?"
"Mirabelle?"
I just nodded slowly causing him to look at me questioningly.
"What happened?" He asked, concerned.
I just shook my head and pulled the soft blanket over me. He sighed in frustration, kissed my forehead, and walked out. I let out a breath of relief as it was only a dream -or nightmare. I tried desperately to fall asleep but I was kept awake by the vulgar episode.
After about twenty minutes of counting backwards from one hundred multiple times I gave up. I sat up and leaned against the backboard with my knees to my chest and started thinking of my parents. I was very curious as to what happened to them but I didn't want to know at the same time. Then my mind wandered to Michael. I missed him so much. I sat there and thought for awhile before my eyelids became heavy and I drifted off to sleep.
I was woken up by the vexatious alarm clock located in Harry's room. I rolled over and covered both ears with the plushy pillow and tried my hardest to ignore the loud beeping. After what felt like decades I heard him cough and finally turn the alarm off.
I returned to my previous position and closed my eyes but, of course, I was disturbed by my bedroom door being opened. I propped my head up and was met with Harry's messy hair and groggy self.
"Good morning." He said in a dulcet but raspy voice.
"Do you want eat breakfast before I leave?" He asked.
I shook my head "no" prompting him to gently close the door.
I forced myself to go back to sleep and succeeded only to be woken up once again. It was probably an hour or so later and it was, of course, Harry just informing me that he was about to leave.
"If you need anything my number is on the refrigerator, make sure the doors are locked and be careful. Okay, I love you. Bye."
And then he left. I heard the front door slam followed by his car door and then engine. He soon drove off leaving me home alone. I decided I slept enough and got up to use the bathroom then make myself breakfast.
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Fanfic"Someone needs to be punished, I think." He said menacingly. I let out a whimper as his large hand clutched my upper arm. He yanked me over to the bed and pushed me down. I was now laying on my stomach sobbing, feeling more pathetic than ever. I t...
