Safe

chapter 23

Chapter 23

Today I had my date with Connor, well I wouldn't call it a date, maybe a meet up or a get to know you kind of thing. He was very determined to take me out tonight, so I said yes, knowing the quicker we get the over with the quicker I don't have to see him again.

Harry had stayed with me all day after my dad left for work. He was always thinking of a way to get rid of Connor that would not involve me actually seeing him.

"Maybe, if I hit him hard enough he'll have memory lost, and forget all about the date." Harry brightly smiled.

That answer wasn't as bad as the ones he had first come up with. Most them were him brutally injuring him, or to tell him I have some rare disease that involves my lady parts. I slapped him for that one.

"I'm just going to tell him that I felt nothing, and I don't think it would work out." I stated.

"Maybe if I get my-"

"Harry, let's try not to turn this into a bloody massacre. I don't really feel like taking an innocent guy into the deep woods and burying his remains." I cut him off.

I got the rest of my outfit ready and blushed when I saw Harry eyeing me up and down. I was wearing a dress and heels again because that is what Connor told me so my attire was normal to the rest of crowd.

"You're not leaving the house like that." He stated.

"And why not?" I pouted.

"If Connor thinks the way I do, or every other male for that matter, I don't want him to see you in this dress."

"Well, I like this dress and I'm wearing it."

Harry took a step closer and pulled me into his body. My heels making me eye level with his lips. I smiled up at him and gave him a quick peck on the lips and turning to head downstairs and wait for Connor. But Harry grip still held me, and kept me from moving. His soft lips peppered small kisses down my neck. He stopped at the base of neck and began to suck as I moaned his name. His feverish lips sucked harshly on my skin, but it felt so good. I was only snapped out of my trance when I began to feel teeth.

"H-Harry, stop. It'll s-show." I stammered.

He reluctantly pulled and admired his work. I reached up and brushed my finger tips over the spot. It didn't hurt but I knew it would be clearly visible.

"Damnit, Harry. Now I have to go cover this up." I wined.

"It looks good on you. Maybe Connor will notice and back the fuck away from my girlfriend."

"Don't you trust me not to let him make a move on me?"

"I do. Just not prissy pigs like him."

I was about to speak when there was a knock at the door. I grabbed my bag and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek goodbye.

"I'll see you tonight." I smiled.

"I look forward it." He grinned and gave me another kiss goodbye.

When I opened the front door, I was greeted by a well put together Connor and a bouquet of flowers. I thanked him and put them aside so I could get this date over with.

"Brought my baby tonight." Connor grinned.

I hummed in fake amusement about his newly cleaned sleek car that I couldn't even tell you the name of. He seemed pretty happy to call this car his own, or 'baby' in his case.

"So where are we heading?" I asked.

"This small restaurant I found just outside of the city. Hard to even get near, but I made reservations so it should be no problem." He smiled.

The rest of the ride was a bit quiet. There were a few tiny conversations, but Connor was not a very interesting person. Even though it's a bad trait, I find it useful because it's just another flaw I can use to end this.

When we arrived at the restaurant, the place was already packed with men in suits and women in dresses; not quite as elegant as last night. Connor took my hand and led me to the front where a man walked us to our table.

"The food here is great, but the staff is awful. Hard to get good help nowadays." Connor casually commented.

Just by that sentence I knew he was one of those children that used their parents money for their own personal enjoyment. That he would grow up to be like those arrogant men in the restaurant last night.

"Well maybe if your head wasn't so far up your arse, you'd be able to see that the 'help' is some of the best help you could find around this city." I shot back.

"Excuse me?"

"I know for a fact you heard me." I rolled my eyes.

"I did, but you're lucky you're hot and I'm choosing to let it go." He smirked.

Just then our waiter came to our table. He took out his notepad and got his pen ready for our orders.

"I'll have water, and the Chicken Cordon Bleu." I smiled.

The waited nodded and looked toward Connor.

"And for you, Sir?"

"I'll have water, and Chicken Marengo." Connor more or less demanded.

"Wait, I know you!" Connor laughed.

The waiter awkwardly stood there. He looked unsure if it would be unprofessional to talk to a costumer.

"We went to school together. I did your maths work, and you paid me for it."

"Yeah! What's up Artard?" Connor grinned.

"Please don't call me that. We're not in school anymore." The waiter begged.

"But it suits you."

"Connor, just let him be. He needs to go place in our orders or they'll take forever, and gosh knows how long your prissy arse can wait." I interrupted.

Connor looked over at me and gave me glare. Which I happily fought back with one. Our waiter had slipped away from our table, thankful that Connor didn't notice.

"Don't you ever tell me what to do." Connor sneered.

"Then stop acting like a stuck up jerk!"

I was getting very frustrated with him, and our dinner hadn't even come yet. I wasn't sure how much longer I could take his obnoxious ways, but I know I won't make to dessert at this rate. Steam was fuming from my own skin and building up on the back of my neck, where my hair was trapping it. I moved my hair to one shoulder and lifted it one hand trying to cool myself down.

"What the hell is on your neck?"

"I-um, burnt myself curling my hair." I lied.

"No you haven't. I know what that is. I've given many before. Who the fuck were you with between last night and tonight? I leave for twenty four hours and you're already whoring around. I thought you at least had some dignity last night. Otherwise I wouldn't have asked a slut like you out on a date." Connor nearly shouted.

"I'm not a slut! I have a boyfriend!" I shot back.

"So you have a boyfriend, yet you're on this date with me. Wow, how much of a fucked up life do you live? Hasn't mummy ever taught you to keep your legs closed?" Connor sneered.

That hit a string.

"No, she hasn't. Because she's dead." I let a tear fall.

I got up from the table and left Connor there. He wasn't going to waste anymore of my time telling me how to live my life, and what I should and shouldn't be doing. I wasn't going to let him tell me what I am. I wasn't any those things.

I walked down the street, taking off my heels as I went. I needed to get as far away from there as I can and quickly, and those heels were not helping. I came to a corner of an old building and pulled out my cell and called the one person I only wanted to see. Harry.

"Can y-you pick me up?" I whispered.

"Rae, what's wrong? What did that little shit do?" He boomed.

"Just please pick me up." I mumbled.

Harry must have gotten the clue I didn't want to talk about it. So he asked where I was and I told him the street names.

***

After Harry picked me up, and brought me back to his, I changed out of my clothes and into a shirt if his and gym shorts.

"Would you like to tell me now?" Harry asked from the doorway where he stood.

I still sat in the middle of his bed, reading some books he had in his room. I looked up from my page and closed the book. I played with edges of the pages and looked up at him.

"Does this make me a whore?" I asked, gesturing to the mark on my neck.

"What?" Harry asked, clearly confused.

He ventured his way over to bed and sat right next to me.

"Does this love bite, make me a whore." I repeated.

"No, it makes you mine." He stated, kissing the red skin.

I let my eyes flutter shut at the sensation of his lips. He didn't try to mark me again, but his lips soothed my skin.

"Connor thinks it does. And that I'm a slut who should have learned from her dead mum to keep my legs closed." I stated.

"That fucking twat." He grumbled.

"I would happily beat the living shit out of him, and you know that. But I also know you don't want that, so since he is a piece of shit, don't listen to him. You don't listen to anything he has to say. He doesn't know you like I do. He doesn't know that you're a virgin, he doesn't know what you're going through without a mum, or living with just a dad. That you've read every book on your bookshelf at least two times, or that fact that you can't sleep with socks on. That you were a nerdy little girl and kids made fun of you but your uncle came for a visit one day and taught you how to punch, and the day after you punched one of the bullies and you were never picked on again. Or that rubbing your back just above your hip bone is the one place that will calm you down quickly. He doesn't know that you're the most ticklish person alive, or that your cute little button nose has been broken three times, or that you called your cat, Ziggy after Ziggy Marley, because you love Bob Marley but you didn't want name him Bob so you named him after his eldest son. See? He doesn't know a damn about you. So don't listen to him. Never listen to anyone that doesn't know you." He whispered to me with his forehead resting on the the side of my head.

I couldn't help but let a tear fall out of happiness. He's remember so much about me that I didn't even remember mentioning to him.

"You remember all of that?" I asked wiping my tear away.

"I could never forget. You may think you're turning me into a book, but I'm turning you into a adventure. Every fact you tell me, I remember and it's like I've explored it. Because each one is like an exploration. Your life is the adventure, and I'm the explorer. My life is the book, and you're the reader. Yet we both have one thing in common."

"What?"

"There's an end that ties everything together."









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