Imperfect || h.e.s

9

9

"Get the girls and go to the backyard, against the back fence as far away from the house as possible. I'll meet you there as soon as I can." I look up at Liam in shock, he refuses to tell me what he's planning but by the solemn look on his face I know it can't be good. It's been longer than a year since I first arrived here, since then three girls have been killed and replaced, their bodies burnt in the basement giving the entire house a horrid smell.

Liam hugs me tightly before ushering me to the girls room. "Quickly. You don't have much time." I gather up the girls, telling them to get on coats, that master was planning a picnic in the backyard and we were to stay by the back fence waiting for him. We arrive and it's quiet for a moment, Jessica almost speaking up before the house explodes in front of us. Our screams echo through the neighborhood as people race out of their homes to see us, cowering girls behind the blazing fire. Coats cover our lingerie, our cold legs shaking along with our teeth. Not long after sirens can be heard racing down the street towards us, multiple ambulances rush to the scene, their workers helping us each individually.

I cry as I'm ushered into the back of the ambulance, my body weak and sore and my heart in shambles. I had come to rely on Liam to help me after the beatings and rapes. He became a true friend and now I have no one. I don't even know where Harry and Elle are, I don't know who's taking care of Elle. Maybe she's been adopted. I let out a sob at the thought of my child being torn away from me in such a way. I still remember the terror on her face when Dalton kidnapped me. I had locked her in the closet and told her to be silent as he bashed against the door.

Maybe Harry has moved on, found someone else to suit him, someone that he loves. He deserves it, he deserves to love someone in the way I love him. Depression fills my every pore as we take the late night drive to the hospital.

My arm is set in a cast once I get there after being broken as I fell from the blast of the explosion. A bandage has already been placed around my leg where a piece of debris cut it open widely. They wrap my head as well, a large gash in the side of my head likely to leave a horrid scar on my forehead.

"Try to go to sleep, you need some rest. We'll check up on you in the morning then you can be transferred to the hospital in your home town." I nod and close my eyes, feeling my head pound with every beat of my heart. The nurse turns out the lights and I'm left alone in the dim light of the heart monitor I was hooked up to. A single tear finds its way down my cheek as the ache to have Harry hold me in his arms grows even stronger than it was in the dollhouse, I didn't even know that was possible.

I don't sleep, my eyes are nearly closed most of the hours but sleep never comes, pictures of that hell torturing me every time my eyes close. Each moment my mind weakens I can feel the ghost of Dalton's hands against my skin like bugs crawling in and out of my body. I lie there like a corpse, yet on the outside I would appear to be alive, on the inside without my family I am dead.

His hand wraps tightly around my neck, holding me to the bed as thrusts into me unforgivingly. Pain hits my very center and I cry out, a slap instantly meeting my cheek, punishment for showing any emotion but pleasure. I've never shown him pleasure for he's never given it to me and never will, he resents me for it. After he finishes I'm slammed against the headboard his fist finding every inch of my body.

"You whore," he screams with every hit as do I. I scream and cry, thrashing trying to get out of his hold.

"Belle, Belle please wake up," I wake with a start, crying and screaming as my eyes meet Harry's calming green irises. "You're with me now, and I'm never going to let another thing hurt you my love." I curl into his arms, his strong hold something I'll never cease to love.

"Harry I'm so broken. How are you to love me if I'm not the girl you knew when we first met?" His arms stay wrapped around my shoulders, our bare bodies connected in a way that will always give me butterflies.

"Marry me," he blurts out, my heart stops in my chest as my eyes widen and I look up at him. Did I hear him right?

"I'm so madly in love with you Belle, and I never want to have another day without you, marry me." He takes off the chain around his neck and shows me two rings, one is the promise ring he gave to me on Christmas, the other is a silver shining ring that I have never seen before. I whisper a yes and his lips meet mine instantly, without hesitation I return the kiss.

His body soon hovers over my own as his lips meet my neck in tender open kisses. I can't help but moan his name as his lips meet my breast, the other being tended to by the kneading of his palm. I feel myself shudder as his lips trace a trail down, a gasp leaves my mouth when his tongue first comes in contact with my core. He moans against me, my hands tangle themselves in his hair as I writhe against the sheets.

Later I lie on his chest, our breathing heavy and rigid. "I think, if you would have said no, I would have gone insane. I'm so imperfect, I don't understand why you choose to be with me."

"Harry in the time that I've gotten to know you I've come to the realization that everyone has imperfections, whether it's a certain outlook on your life or an inescapable past. But those things only further your personality and care for others. I know you struggle but the care you have for both Elle and I is more than I could have ever wished for." He sighs, holding me tighter in his arms as if he's afraid that I'll disappear if he lets me go.

"I just love you Harry, you have to trust that sometimes." His lips find mind in a delicate kiss before we fall asleep in each other's arms.