Memoirs

Part Seven

I woke up to see that I was in the comfort of my own bedroom, but it was cleaner than I had left it which meant someone was in here. No one ever comes in here.

I quickly got up, almost falling over the mess of covers I had around me and was glad when my feet found the floor. My eyes darting over the entire perimeter of my bedroom to make sure all was still there. All the papers seemed to be piled on top of my desk, my room actually seemed to be a lot cleaner. There wasn't even a dirty article of clothing littering the floor boards. Who cleaned my room? Why was it clean?

I didn't even think about the slip of paper before leaving my room, searching the entire apartment. My heart flew to my throat once I saw Harry sleeping on the couch, his too big body on our small couch as his limbs hung over the edges. If Harry was here, that meant Liam was as well. And I was right once I saw his shoes by the door.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I took a deep breathe and walked into the kitchen to begin making tea for myself. Gladly, I didn't have to work which I was thankful for because after yesterday I needed the break. Even if I didn't get today off I sure as hell would have taken it anyways.

The tea began to whistle after a short moment and I quickly pulled it off of the stove, praying the noise didn't wake up anyone else in the apartment. I've come to realize that I was an early riser, seeing as the time was 7:02 am. I guess after the years of waking up early every day to do duties I did not want to, my body was used to it. "Is there enough for two?" a husky voice spoke, causing me to slightly jump. I looked over at Harry, his hair was absolutely everywhere and his sweatpants hung low on his hip bones, resting just above his pelvis. You could see the ink beneath his almost sheer white t-shirt, but it's not like I would really complain.

"Uh, yeah." I spoke quietly as I set out a mug for him, remembering exactly how he liked his tea; plain with milk. And so I followed through and gave him it. He silently thanked me, giving me a small smile once he realized that I had remembered how he had taken it. As I made my own, I looked at him and took this opportunity to ask him, "Did you go in my room yesterday?"

He looked up, slightly confused "No, was I supposed to? I know that Liam took you in there because he said he has been in there once and it's better for him to go in than me because this was my first time being at your apartment - which is very nice, might I add." I pushed my face into my hands, aggravated that anyone was in my bedroom. "Why did you stay?" I dared to ask and he quickly responded.

"To make sure you were okay."

He didn't press on what he was told last night, he simply just wanted to make sure I was okay after my breakdown. To be honest, I felt sorry for the fact that he had to witness that but I am grateful that he was there because if he wasn't I don't really know what would have happened to me. I sipped my tea and watched him, noticing that his irises were a darker shade of green when he just wakes up. Kind of like a forest green, and his lips are a vibrant shade of pink due to the tea and numerous amount of times he has licked them so they don't become chapped. His hair was probably the curliest I have ever seen it, with its sticking up in every angle and looking slightly like a bird's nest but I don't think mine was any better. Which makes me realize, I should probably go fix myself up.

I quickly walked away from Harry and into my bedroom before he got the chance to say something. I grabbed a random pair of clothes and went into the bathroom to shower and begin getting ready.

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"So, will you tell me now?" Harry asked softly, we were sitting in the living room being the only two in the apartment while Sarah and Liam went for a late brunch. Harry now knew of my brother, but I don't think I was honestly ready to tell him of my past. A past that not even Liam knows of and I have known him for a while. But there was something that lured me to Harry, something that made me want to tell him even though I knew that I shouldn't. It tore my brain in two and it aggravated me.

"You already know about my brother, so I don't really know what you expect me to tell you Harry." I told him truthfully, in a way, I didn't know what he expected from me. The entire story? He would have to kill me to get that from me all in one go, but it'd be worth a shot to see him try.

"What was that place that you were in?" he asked gently, trying his absolute best not to tick me off. I sighed, knowing that if I were to tell him anything, I could tell him this. I mean, that I know of, this place is long gone but that's all really. "I need you to not speak while I am telling you all this please." I informed Harry and he nodded before letting me proceed.

Young Lily was abruptly woken up by her father, yelling to her mother that they had to leave, that they simply had to get out of here while they still had a chance. She was handled in the arms of her mother as they attempted to escape through the back door of their house but it was too late. They were there.

"Give us the girl." the supreme's voice snaked out, pointing to Lily while listening to his hounds bark up at the small child. "No, never!" her mother yelled out but that did not seem to phase the supreme. He merely laughed before calling for his back up, it wasn't your average men. These men, they were bigger than any football player, had more tattoos and scars running along their bodies than you could count. One had an all white eyeball, obviously due to an injury and he never cared to fix it while the other had looked as though he had popped numerous eye veins in the process of getting over here.

"Take them to camp."

And they were off, it was as if Hitler had reincarnated himself into a single person, except the supreme did not want what Hitler did. This camp, there was no way to describe it. There was absolutely no mercy anywhere. Young infants were being killed on the spot and if no one obeyed they would be shot in a second, this place did not believe in second chances or even saving the breath of someone they did not deem worthy.

This place was a mixture of a Russian gulag and a German concentration camp. It was the definition of hell. People were being tied to barb wire and were being whipped in front of every newcomer, as if it were a show.

When Lily and her family had arrived there that night, they had no idea as to why they were here. Or why they wanted their precious Lilian. "What do you want from us?" her father dared to ask and the supreme simply said, "Her."

But why? No one knew why, and no one was going to know. They were thrown into a shack with maybe three other families of four. A tiny shack was supposed to hold these families and it seemed to be utterly impossible but they made it work. A boy, his hazel eyes and messy hair intrigued the mother, because for his life they boy would not lose his gaze from Lilian. The poor girl who was wanted, who was dragged to a place that was a nightmare. She was sleeping as the mother took in everything.

You could feel the blood-curling screams from women and the yells of men trying to save them. The squeaks and cries from young children being slaughtered and all you saw was the illuminating glow of reds and golds, indicating the items and dead bodies they decided to burn so there was no evidence of them even being alive.

I finished speaking, leaving out the gruesome details and just telling Harry how I got there and what the place looked like. That was all that I could really answer him with, and I couldn't read his face for the life of me.

"Harry?" I whispered, scared of what his reaction might be. But before I knew it, he was gone. He was out the door, leaving it wide open and I knew that this was a mistake. No one would ever be able to stomach what I had been through, no one would be able to handle the fact that such a place that may be worse than a concentration camp was real. It was hell, it was a hell on Earth taken literally and the supreme made his way to keeping it one.

"I.. I'm sor- sorry." his voice broke up in sobs as  watched Harry walk back into the apartment before falling at my knees and resting his head on them. I didn't know what to do so i just ran my fingers through his hair. "You don't deserve this. I still don't understand what happened or why and I'm sure there is a lot that I do not know." Oh Harry, you have no idea. "But I will be patient and I am more than grateful for what you have already told me. Thank you Lily." he whispered the last three words and even though I was terrified of what the future now held not only for me, but for Harry, I still felt safe somehow.

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HI LOVELIES. So now you know a bit of a backstory as to how Lily got to her current situation. There will be more flashbacks and a closer bond building between her and Harry.
ALSO, you will find out who he (the boy) is within the next few chapters. I promise.

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