Trapped (h.s)

Chapter 35~Trapped(h.s) (+18)

Listen to U by Mikky Ekko.

Dayana's POV: *warning contains sexual content*

As we walked up the stairs, a voice halted the both of us.

"Hey, Daya. Could I please talk with you? Alone." Came Blake's voice. Halting to a stop I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want to talk to him at the moment. What he had said was still fresh in my mind. Feeling my hand being squeezed, I looked up to Harry. He gave me a small smile and a nod of the head. He pulled me close to him giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Go. You know how much this pains you not to be on good terms with him. He's your brother. Go on, love. I'll be in my room waiting. I'll be waiting for you there. Don't be long.." He whispered in my ear.

"I should go, right." I nodded my head, heaving a sigh. Begrudgingly, I stepped away from Harry and walked towards my room. Taking that as his cue to follow me we both began to descend the stairs to my room.

Opening the door, I stepped inside standing in the middle. Blake closed the door after him, when he stepped in himself. Not giving him time to think what he would say I said "Talk."

Sighing, I knew he was running his hands over his face. He always did that when he was stressed or felt guilty. "I want to apologize with my behavior back at Asker's house. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It's just that.. With everything that's been happening. It's finally began to take its toll on me. I didn't mean anything of what I said. I said those words out of hate. Hate towards myself. Because I couldn't even keep my promise towards mother. I couldn't fucking protect my own little sister. I've been a fucking coward. I couldn't even keep my promise." Blake's voice cracked with so much emotion. It pained my heart to hear him like that, but he had to know that what he said effected me so much, that it would take more then just an apology from him. He had to show me that be believed me. He had to proved that he could defined what was good from bad. By doing bad he had to begin to trust in Harry.

Turning around to face him, my eyes softened a bit at his sight. But quickly masked my emotions and gave him a blank expression. Sighing he knew I wouldn't give in easy. He knew that what he had said would take more then his apology. "I won't say it's all okay, and that I forgive you. Cause I'd be lying to you and myself. It hurt. It hurt so much what you said. After everything you and I went through, you still went and said those awful things to me. But I am willing to forgive you." I quickly spoke again seeing his face with relief. "But on one condition."

His face instantly sadden but he masked it quickly and gave me a stern nod ready to do whatever I told him. "You have to give Harry a chance and trust that he is not what he portrays himself to be. He's not that person, give him a chance to explain himself. That's all I'm asking of you." I spoke, not bating a lash when he took his time to think it over. Eventually he nodded his head, agreeing with my condition. "Thank you and I love you." I said surprising him by giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"I'm so sorry. I love you too." He spoke and kissed my forehead. Giving him one last hug, I made my way back to Harry's room.

The lights were out once I stepped inside Harry's room. Leaving his room in complete darkness, except for the small light coming from the window which casted a soft glow towards the bed. His silhouette laid, peacefully, calm, his defined back was for once relief from its tense state. Approaching him with noiseless steps, I kneeled besides his figure. Skimming my fingers lightly on his cheek, I sighed. He was beautiful. At first glance he seemed like a sinister person, but that's what he wanted you to see. But looking closely, you could just how afraid he was. Afraid of the world just like every other person is. Who wouldn't, looking behind your back every time you step out into the towns or cities, trying to survive without being trapped by unwanted people. The cities were the worst, you stepped a foot in there, there was no wha of coming out of it live. That's what it was left to, fear the world and its people in it. You couldn't confined on anyone, because they all only wanted one thing, death. I had long ago lost all hope in becoming happy. There's was nothing that could make me feel that warm feeling I once felt. It had vanished just like my parents and the world. Put looking at this man, who laid with so much passion, so much power, I was beginning to feel that warmth again. He wasn't like any other men, he was better, stronger, powerful then anybody else and I was slowly but fully falling for him. I couldn't stop my heart as it picked up its beat at his presence, his touch. The feeling he brought with himself was overwhelming it left me breathless. He could make me feel so many emotions, emotions I never thought I'd ever feel again, it gave me whiplash. He had his flaws, but who didn't.